Country music god Beau Mason has just announced his retirement from the business at age 30, and I’ve just scored the interview of a lifetime. My network is flying me to Kentucky for his final interview, and at his request, I’ll be spending a few days with him at his ranch.
I should be thrilled.
But I’m not.
Beau and I have a history, and I haven’t seen him since he obliterated my heart at the tender age of eighteen.
I don’t think I can do this. I don’t think I can see him again.
But I don’t have a choice. My career – my promotion – my dignity. Everything rests on this one interview with the man who turns me into liquid desire and corded steel resentment all at the same time.
It’s just a few days, right? What’s the worst that could happen?