As we climb the stairway of the private plane, my mind drifts back to the last time I traveled with Thomas. It was when he brought me to Sicily to see his parents. It was also during the trip he agreed to meet James. Thomas ran a background check on me, so he knew I was married to James. I lied to him that we were separated and in the process of getting a divorce. Of course, he asked me why I was helping my future ex-husband get on his feet, and my answer was simple. I might not love the man ...