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Little wonder that after many a concert, while his wife hunkers down in the bus to sleep, McGraw says he goes "up front with the bus driver [to] watch the road and listen to music. ..."
"...And talk guy talk," says Hill.
"Well," says McGraw, "everything else behind that [bus] door is estrogen!" Not that he minds, as evidenced by the loving look – and kiss – he gives his wife during the finale of each concert, sitting across from her strumming his guitar as they sing their duet "I Need You." "It's completely calm and quiet," she says. "He catches his breath and I catch my breath and we're just staring at each other..." It's the only moment, she admits, when she is sure not to "drift away" from her role as sexy star-wife to stressed-out mom: "I'll look out in the crowd and see a kid and think, 'Oh, I forgot to put the clothes out for the girls for bed!'" Okay, so she's not always a romantic – and certainly never a rock chick with tattoos. But she has forgiven her man his sins. "He's a great daddy," says Hill. "Who cares about picking clothes from off the floor?"
• By Karen S. Schneider. Natasha Stoynoff in Philadelphia
