Michael liked to make the most of his days off. Sure, he loved to sleep them away half of the time, but when he had the energy he certainly loved to get out and about. Anthony was seemingly busy with another project and no matter how much he tried to convince Terry, he couldn't tear him away from work. He had been spending time with Megan on and off; off mostly because work did get hectic.
He decided to pop into her bookshop and see if she'd be up for grabbing lunch, or perhaps dinner later; he was flexible and could bide his time if needed.
After the jingle of the bell and flashing his winning smile at the help at the front, Michael turned his gaze to the brunette with the sly smile on her face.
"Oh, Megan," he began, picking up a nearby book with a dancing witch on the cover to examine nonchalantly, "don't fill her head with wild accusations."