"We have to go," Jack says.

"Why?" I'm working on a batch of lemon tarts, but my cell is jammed beneath my ear. I've spent the last ten minutes going over every last detail of the Dante encounter with Jack, including the invitation to his house on Sunday.

"Because how often do we get invited to the home of one of the Fontaines? Or any celebrity, for that matter?"

I don't bother pointing out that I've been to Dante's place before. Attending Dante's ...