Brett looked up from packing away his things, too. "Honey, you're one of the best guitarists I've ever seen. You were born for this."

I laughed. "Why, thank you, Brett! Is that a compliment?"

He smiled as one corner of his lips curled into a smile. "Yeah, but don't get too used to it."

Laughing, I crossed the room to the door and waved over my shoulder. "Don't worry. I won't," I joked. "I'll see you guys tomorrow. Same time?"

Noah looked up from packing ...