Italy was supposed to be an uncomplicated trip with the girls. But that was before Gian DeLuca. Before the rainstorm that forced us into the same small villa. My broken heart does not need an American marketing executive playing pool boy at Locanda del Mare for the summer. An arrogant commitment phobe who wants to drink his way through Sicily just to prove his sister wrong. He was never the right man for the Eat Pray Love quest she sent him on, and I’m not right for him. Besides, I’m here to sort out my future, not help Gian add me to his litany of Italian conquests. Did I mention a rainstorm, a washed-out road, and a forced overnight stay at a Sicilian vineyard? So much for uncomplicated.