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boyfriend’s art work
coming along?” I ask.
    “You remembered! Oh, it’s coming
along really well. He has another shows next month that he’s gearing up for. He
actually sold some really big pieces last week, so he was happy about that.”
    “Good for him! Please let me know
about the show. I’d love to come.”
    “Sure! What about you?” She sips
her margarita and smiles. “How are things with Blake?”
    I can’t help blushing. “They’re
really good. I guess everyone pretty much knows that we’re an item, huh?’’
    She laughs. “I think so. But don’t
worry. No one cares, and from a business standpoint, it’s a money maker.”
    I frown. “So, I hear.”
    “Is that a problem?”
    “No. I just don’t want people to
think that Blake and I are only together to sell records and promote
ourselves.”
    “Paige, anyone who knows either one
of you knows that isn’t true. You can’t control what the rest of the world
thinks.” She lowers her voice conspiratorially. “And anyone who knows Savannah,
knows that you're a breath of fresh air.”
    I nibble on a chip, wondering if I
can trust Becky with asking about the Devlins. I decide that I’m willing to
take the risk. She’s the only friend that I have, and so far she’s seemed more
than trustworthy.
    “Okay, I have to ask you
something,” I say, leaning in towards her. “What do you know about the Devlin
family? Apparently they are causing some problems for Blake’s family because of
how things ended with Savannah, and even my mom was a little worried when I
told her who Savannah’s family was.”
    Becky lets out a little sigh and
takes a big sip of her drink.
    “They aren’t the kind of people
that you want to piss off,” she admits. “Both of Savannah’s parents come from
big families that have a lot of power. The Prescotts hold a number of political
offices in the city and the state.”
    This was news to me, though it
shouldn’t surprise me. I had only been in Nashville for a couple of months, and
I was never one to follow politics in the first place.
    “The Prescotts also have a bit of a
reputation for being corrupt.” She laughs. “Of course, what politicians aren’t
corrupt?”
    I nod along with her.
    “While the Prescotts have political
power, the Devlins have financial power. They control a ton of the money
coming in and out of the city. And lots of the women hold positions in all
those hoity-toity ladies clubs, and country clubs and other organizations that
like to ostracize the women that don’t fit in.”
    “Shit,” I breathe. That was more
than I had bargained for. “So, basically you’re telling me that Savannah’s
family can control pretty much everything.”
    “Pretty much,” she says sadly,
“except maybe the music industry.”
    Slight silver lining. But it did
make me feel better that they couldn’t touch Blake’s budding music career.
    “I never really gave that any
consideration.”
    “Well, how would you have known?”
Becky asked. “And even so, just because Savannah’s family are a bunch of
bullies, doesn’t mean that Blake should have stayed with her.” She shakes her
head. “I never understood that coupling.”
    “It’s probably best,” I mutter,
grinding my teeth as I recall Blake’s “it-was-mostly-about-the-sex” comment. I
know I couldn’t hold that against him because I wasn’t in the picture then, but
I can just see Savannah using her provocative ways to hook Blake in.
    “Hey, don’t worry about it,” Becky
says, trying to lighten the mood. “You’ve got Blake now, and probably all that
his momma is dealing with are some pissed off ladies over at the country club.”
    I smile and realize that she’s
right. Plus, Blake’s mother wasn’t much of a society lady anyway. She still
worked full time, and from what I gathered, his parents didn't buy much into
all the Nashville-family crap.
    I take a long drink of my
margarita, and lick at the salt crusted around the edges.