Megan almost groaned out loud as Michael winked at Elizabeth. Merlin, he might as well have blown her a kiss. If he wasn't careful, Elizabeth was going to leap right over that counter and into his unsuspecting arms.
"Oh, I think it sounds lovely. So professional."
Megan resisted the urge to gag, and refocused her attention on Michael, hands moving to her hips. "I don't think describing one of my ex-boyfriends qualifies as a type. For the record, his arrogance was what I liked the least about him." That and his protectiveness over what she wore out- though honestly, she secretly liked that half the time she was angry at him for it, too. "But you knew that."