"Oi. I'm not that bad!" she exclaimed. Megan wouldn't go crazy cleaning in the midst of a party. So long as no one was spilling drinks on the carpet, she was a fairly relaxed hostess... until the next morning when she went on a borderline obsessive cleaning spree. They had been known to last hours.
Letting out a soft laugh at his answer, Megan sent her voice up an octave, batting her lashes at him melodramatically. "Oh, Terry! My hero!"
Megan had always been a bit jealous of the traveling Terry always got to do. Her shop left her stuck at home more than she would have liked, but she had never regretted opening it. "Well, lucky I ran into you then." Without warning, her pout came back, and her hands would have snapped up to her hips if they weren't full of books. "You weren't even going to stop by to say hi, were you?"