Megan frowned at Justin’s reaction. Bugger. Clearly he didn’t believe her, which she supposed was understandable considering how well he knew her. Scooting over a little on the sofa, Megan frowned as she picked up her can of beer again. The pat on her leg definitely didn’t help matters. Frowning again, she crossed her arms and leaned back against the cushions, glaring at the TV screen. “Yeah thanks. I like to think I’m a little more attractive than ‘not torture’” Megan muttered under her breath. She was intent on staying mad at him, pouting her way through the rest of the movie, but that wasn’t long before she was diving back to the other side of the sofa, clutching Justin’s arm and burying her head in his shoulder.