Scarlett had always dreamed big. She was headed straight for Hollywood. Destined for silver screen greatness. But in her wildest dreams she never imagined she'd be broke and single at age twenty-eight, doling drinks at thirty-five thousand feet. She was a glorified waitress in the skies. It had been years since she'd seen him. But one day, there he sat, gazing intently at her, ready to set everything ablaze once more. Dante wanted her. Again.