After I caught my husband rolling around in bed with the church secretary, I got on a plane and vowed to myself that I would get away from it all and try to figure out my life.  But instead I found myself in the hands of sexy Italian wine merchant Luca, who turned my world upside down. Now I'm confused. I can’t tear myself away from him for a second, and it scares me terribly. What frightens me is what he does to my body, my reaction to this, if only because I like it all so much.  So what's the problem? I should enjoy traveling around the world, being in the process of self-discovery, but I just can’t forget Italy, forget Luca. My heart and mind say one thing, but my body says something completely different. I'm sure of one thing. I will never be the same again.