Years ago we spent seven minutes in heaven, locked in a closet. Now Dante Crowne and I are hidden away in his remote cottage. And he wants much more than seven minutes. He wants everything. *** All I needed was a place to hide from the paparazzi. My best friend has just the place. No Internet. No phone. A deep bathtub I'm soaking in when HE shows up. My best friend's brother--broody, solitary Dante...