Smitten with Ravioli (Smitten with Travel Romantic Comedy #1)

by Ellen Jacobson

I knew how to get my life back on track—go to Italy, learn how to make pasta, then come back home and open a restaurant.

“See how happy they look?” I nod. “I bet that’s because they’re following their own paths, not doing what they think everyone else expects of them.”

when you’re riding public transportation, wear something unusual, like scuba gear. That way, if you’re sitting next to a cute guy, it’ll be a great conversation starter.

The last thing I need is to be attracted to a history nerd, even if he has amazing blue eyes.

“Guess you’re not going anywhere,” Preston says with a smile.

“I was probably too mesmerized by the dimples you get when you smile to have paid attention to what you were saying.”

before whispering in my ear, “I think I have the prettiest cooking partner in the room.”

“Single people with trust issues?” He nods, then smiles faintly. “And we’re both smitten with ravioli.”

every vine needs its stake.”

His gaze slowly travels from my face down to my toes, then back up again. After a beat, he locks eyes with me. “Wow. You look amazing.”

“I also pay for dinner when I take a lady out on a date.” “When did this become a date?” “The minute I saw you in that dress.”

“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?” I start to contradict him, but as his face nears mine, I whisper, “Yes, you are.”

His eyes widen. “First of all, I would never have a string of girlfriends. I’m a one-woman kind of guy. And second, do you really think I would have kissed you if I did have a girlfriend?” Then his face darkens. “I would never cheat on anyone.”

Don’t let Preston slip away. I almost did that with my Ernie. Imagine if I had, I would have missed out on 14,632 of the best days of my life.

“It’s because I love you.”

“Tell you how I feel about you.” I tug on the sleeve of his tweed jacket, pull him toward me and whisper in his ear, “I love you.”