PROLOGUE The engine's humming on the plane to Rome was lulling her to sleep. She fought to stay as alert as possible despite the drugs clouding her mind. She didn't want to sleep, as comforting as sleep might have been. When she slept, she dreamt of him. She saw him so clearly, felt his touch, his strong arms and his kisses caressing her lips. She wanted to be there with him, to hold him and make love with him but she would awaken and the devastating loss would be even more painful, more gut wrenching than before. She would have hope after seeing him so vividly ... but there was no hope....