After Jonathan Montaro's wife died, he felt her in every room of the house they once shared. He denied the emptiness of his home by toiling in her garden, absorbing himself in the details of every flower bed and every bush. He never expected to be happy again, never expected to feel the rush of love bring beauty back into his life.Julia Clewitt was perfectly content to replace love with fleeting moments of passion. Romance had once burned her badly, so she submerged herself in a life of simple pleasures: cooking, wine, and a fling in another state. Her beloved distractions did a good job of keeping her at arm's length with the rest of the world, especially her new boat, with which she fell instantly in love.For both, change sails in on the backs of butterflies.