Smitten with Ravioli

I'm not sure what I'm more scared of—cats that drool or falling for that annoying history professor in my Italian cooking course. Sure, Preston Whitaker has amazing blue eyes, but he's an arrogant know-it-all, just like my ex. I can't stand the man. And now I'm stuck with him for the next four weeks in Italy. If you gave me a choice between snuggling with a drooling cat or with Preston, I'd choose the cat in a heartbeat. Or would I? Did I mention how cute Preston is? Maybe I should have a holiday romance with him. That would be okay, right? It could be a fun diversion. Then, once I leave Italy, I'll never have to see that pretentious jerk again. Just one teeny-tiny problem—I think I might be falling for him big time. Will I be able to say goodbye to him when the cooking course is over? Smitten with Ravioli is a standalone romantic...