"The way you were smiling to yourself, I figured you were thinking 'bout your man." Still in the blush of her honeymoon, Chrissy wanted to see the whole world in love."My man," Maggie sighed. "Nope, I wasn't thinking about him."Maggie's chances for landing that elusive recording contract were dwindling by the second. The country music industry wasn't exactly clamoring for a 30-something African American woman looking to launch a solo career. And there was the issue of image. Maggie was a woman of ample figure with curves to spare. Industry insiders suggested that she'd be more successful in the business if she dropped fifty pounds.Then there was Richard. A handsome, prominent entertainment lawyer, they met at a Star Records fund raiser. With a subtle magnetism and a brilliant smile, Richard said all the right things. At first Maggie thought he was a small piece of heaven. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him. Soon enough she discovered the truth. Maggie was sweet enough to...

Joe tried to process what he was witnessing between Blake and Maggie. He could see directly into the green room from the front door of the studio. He could see the décor, the candles, the food...and he could see the smile on Maggie's face as Blake Fabian tenderly kissed her hand; never letting it go, even when he brought it to rest on the table.The conversation was obviously intimate - that much was hard to hide. And Sissy's words came back to haunt him:"The man is a charmer. I can't think of one woman on the planet who hasn't been blindsided by that accent."