Never Is a Promise — Winter Renshaw

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 broke my heart at the tender age of 18. 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 â€" my promotion â€" 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?