Brody McCallister was supposed to be only a means to an end—the way to come to terms with what I did at eighteen, when I was poor and relied only on myself. Falling for a cocky cowboy wasn’t part of my plans. His life was in Texas. Mine was constant travel. He kept details of his story to himself, while paparazzi were always on my tail. Everyone warned me: it wouldn’t work out, and in the end I’d have to choose—my music career or him. I didn’t listen, and still fell for him. I agreed to a harmless affair and believed it would grow into something more. But Brody’s secrets broke us both…