She moved around restlessly, touching my guitars, taking down my Martin and strumming it for a minute before putting it back.

She stopped moving and sat on a stool she had moved so she could be close and watch my reactions.

"And now the million dollar question. What to do about us. You know I have feelings for you, and I feel the same from you. It was easy when you were engaged and I was married, we could look but not touch. What happens now?"

I collected my thoughts. What I said now could determine the rest of my life.

"Moira, we're friends, friends for a year. I'm glad....