Breaking Love Full Hearts 2 (3 page)

Megan gave her son an exasperated look.

Harper could hear his loud voice and chimed in. “See, even
your son
has more sense than you. He knows you need a break. Four days and then I promise to deposit you right back into Dullsville.”

“How long of a reprieve will I get from the guilt trips if I agree to come?”

“A year.”

“Two.”

“One and a half, no guilting or trying to get you laid. Pinky swear.”

“No deal. Four days and then you stay off my back about both things for two full years.”

“Oh my God! I can’t believe you agreed to it!” Harper shrieked into the phone.

Elliott heard and started dancing around the kitchen, yelling, “Four days of TV and junk food and staying up late!”

Megan held the phone away from her ear and rolled her eyes at the pair of them.

THREE

Paris—Two Weeks Later

Luc walked into his apartment and tossed his car keys onto the table in the entranceway. He had just gotten home from a long dinner with friends and even though it was late, he was wide awake. He wandered from room to room in his expansive penthouse, trying to find something to do. He was restless in a way that he hadn’t been in years. Somehow, lately his business ventures weren’t holding his interest like they used to. He walked over to the bar in the living room and poured himself a Scotch. Standing by the window, staring out at one of the best views in Paris, he sipped his drink.

He wandered over to his bedroom, taking off his tie and shirt as he walked. He finished undressing and took a long, hot shower, letting the water rush over his muscular body. There was no reason for him to feel dissatisfied with his life. He had everything a man could want—money, power, excitement, women. So why was he feeling so edgy? He towelled off and made his way over to the bed, slipping under the covers completely nude. He decided that the next morning he would schedule a kickboxing session. It had been a few days since he had been to the gym. Exercising always made him feel better.

Maybe he needed to find another woman to be with. It had been a while since he had shared his bed with anyone, and it felt large and empty to him as he tossed and turned. He lay awake for another hour, reminding himself of all the reasons he intended to remain single.

Boulder

Megan rushed to her son’s school to pick him up. She had been at a client’s house, photographing their new baby all afternoon. The baby girl was tiny, having been born three weeks early. Megan had felt a stab of yearning as she picked her up and positioned her in different poses. She would have liked to have had more children, especially a little girl of her own. As she drove, she thought about what her life would have been like if Ian hadn’t gotten injured. Would they still be together? Maybe with more children?

One thing was for certain—they would have more money. As it was, Megan got by, but there wasn’t enough for any extras. As soon as she had realized the extent of Ian’s addiction, she had convinced him to put their large home in Atlanta up for sale. They had split the proceeds and she had moved back to Colorado to be with her family, purchasing a modest home for herself and Elliott. Ian had stayed in Atlanta and ridden out the remainder of his contract before being let go by the ball club.

She knew it was pointless to think about what could have been. Nothing was going to change what had happened. Ian had been a hard drinker before his injury and it was possible they wouldn’t have made it anyway. As she stopped in front of the school, she saw her little boy’s face light up. He waved enthusiastically at her, not seeming to be at all upset that she was a few minutes late. She grinned back at him and all her self-pity dissolved in an instant.

* * *

That night as she stared into her closet, a sudden sense of dread came over Megan. She realized she had nothing to wear that would allow her to fit in with the fashion-conscious Parisians. She was going to stick out like a sore thumb—or rather, a frumpy one. There was no way she could justify new clothes for just a short trip. Her entire wardrobe had been purchased to be comfortable and functional. She had a classic style, but it was on a tight budget and was far too casual for Paris. Her closet consisted mainly of black shirts and jeans. She definitely didn’t have the right shoes, boots or coats to wear, and her only purse looked tattered to her as she stared down at it on her bed. She normally didn’t give much thought to what she wore, but now that she was going to the fashion capital of the world, her heart sank at the thought of how out of place she was going to feel.

Shit
, she thought,
I do not want to do this.

She was second-guessing her decision to even go to France in the first place. In the week before her trip, in addition to packing, she needed to stock up on food for her mom and Elliott, clean the house and make sure the laundry was done, and find a neighbour to shovel the driveway. It was a week’s worth of work just to go on a trip for four nights. At the moment, it seemed like a bit too much. She decided to go to bed early and tackle the wardrobe issue after a good night’s sleep.

Paris—One Week Later

Megan walked down the long hall to the arrivals area at Charles de Gaulle Airport, pulling her suitcase behind her, finally allowing a little flicker of excitement to start building inside her. She knew that Harper would be here to greet her, having insisted on taking time away from her meetings at the Paris office. Even though Harper had tried to brush it off as no big deal, Megan knew that as a fashion director stationed at
Style
’s head office in New York, her friend’s time when she was here was precious. As she scanned the waiting crowd, she spotted Harper rushing over with her arms open. Megan broke into a huge grin at seeing her best friend, and the two gave each other a long hug.

“Oh, I missed my friend,” Harper said as she pulled back from Megan. She was the picture of sophistication in her black riding boots and fitted tan pants. She wore a short black-velvet riding jacket and her auburn hair fell in curls down her back. She was as tall as Megan but with generous curves accented by her choice of clothing.

Megan felt horribly underdressed in her best jeans, scuffed low-heeled boots and old wool coat. “I missed you too. God, look at you. You are so fashion-forward compared to my fashion-flawed. I am not going to fit in here very well, am I?”

Harper grabbed Megan’s arm with both hands and squealed in delight. “Oh, yes you are! Our first stop is the
Style
office. I have to go pick up the wardrobe for the shoot. We’re going shopping in
Style
’s closet, only it is
so
much better because it’s free and the world’s best will be there to dress you.”

“I’m size eight, Harper, not size zero. Nothing there is going to fit me.”

“You’re a six, not an eight—none of your clothes fit you properly. It doesn’t matter anyway. They have lots of sizes for celebrity shoots. This is going to be the most fun ever!” Harper linked arms with Megan and they started walking to the exit.

* * *

Four hours later, they arrived at the hotel. Megan was too exhilarated by her new wardrobe to feel any exhaustion from the long trip. Harper had managed to sneak her five new outfits, complete with coats, purses, jewellery and footwear. As they stepped out of the cab, Megan felt like a new woman in a full-length, dark red wool coat; black, wide-leg pants; and a sexy pair of pointed-toe, high-heeled black boots. She wore a chunky gold necklace and her hands were cozy in long, ruched black lambskin gloves.

Everyone at
Style
had been incredibly kind to Megan. Harper had even managed to find a new set of hard-sided luggage for her, left over from a shoot several weeks earlier. They had managed to cram it with Megan’s new clothes as well as most of what she had brought from home. Harper had given Megan’s well-worn purse, suitcase and carry-on to an intern to dispose of. She had practically screamed with disgust when she saw the ratty white cotton briefs and beige bra Megan had packed.

“What. The. Fuck. Are. These?” she asked, holding up a pair of panties with one finger, as if they were diseased.

“Put those back!” Megan hissed. “They’re very comfortable.”

“And they’re garbage. Our next stop is to get you some good lingerie, my friend. Matching, lacy, underwire, push-up, sexy stuff. You’re going to feel like a whole new woman.”

After a stop at an upscale lingerie shop, they made their way to the hotel. As Megan looked up at the tall old hotel, she realized Harper had been right. It was as though the world was full of possibilities again. Today, Megan was no longer just an ordinary single mom with another average day to look forward to. She was a young, sexy woman in Paris, of all places! For once in her life, she had the right wardrobe and she had four luxurious days to be whoever she wanted to be—four days without any responsibilities whatsoever, and she intended to make them count.

Once they were inside, the hotel manager met them at the elevator. He turned to Harper. “Bonjour, Mademoiselle Young. You will let me know if you need anything.”

“As always. Thank you.” She smiled.

When they got into the elevator, Megan turned to her friend. “He knows you by name. Did you ever imagine you’d have this life when we were in Mr. Dumphrey’s math class?”

“Honey, that’s all I did in his class. That’s why I barely passed tenth grade.” Harper laughed.

“Well, my friend, you have arrived and I can tell you that this whole life is a world apart from mine. We aren’t even on the same planet, as far as I can tell,” Megan replied with a smile.

As they walked down the long hall to Harper’s suite, Megan couldn’t help but savour the feeling of the incredibly plush carpet that lined the corridor. Excitement built in her, anticipation at what the room would be like if the hall had such a sense of grandeur. “So, what’s on the agenda tonight?”

“We’re going to hit a club tonight for a work thing I have to go to. Should be fun. Loads of hot guys. I thought you might want to rest first. Maybe we can order some room service for dinner and chill for a while?” Harper unlocked the double doors to the suite and pulled one of Megan’s suitcases inside.

Megan grinned. “I’m up for the party but I have no intention of resting. Now that I’m here, I think I should make the most of it.
Really
have some fun.”

“Well, look at you! Ms. Responsibility has done a one-eighty to Party Girl! I love it! Come on, let’s put your things in your room.”

Megan was too busy gawking at the incredible room to respond to what her friend was saying. “Wow! Do you get this suite each time you come to Paris?”

“I used to, but not anymore. Budgets have tightened up big time. I had to pull a few strings for this. I wanted to give you the full glamour experience.”

The suite was bright and airy, with an expansive living room in the centre and French doors leading out to a large balcony. Classic French furnishings, including a white couch, loveseat and chairs, were scattered throughout the room, creating several seating areas. A round dining table sat in the corner with a huge bouquet of flowers on top. Two hallways flanked the entrance, each leading to a bedroom with its own ensuite. Oversized bouquets of white flowers could be found in each room.

“Oh my God, Harper! This is too much. I mean, I love it—it is complete luxury—but you really didn’t have to go to such trouble, seriously,” Megan exclaimed as they deposited her bags in what was to be her bedroom.

“Honestly, it was no big deal. Just a little sweet talking when I checked in last night and a couple of tiny favours for the hotel manager.”

When they reached the living room again, Megan wandered over to the balcony doors to admire the view. “Ack! You can see the Eiffel Tower from here! I’m really here! In friggin’ Paris! With you!”

“I know! I’ve been as giddy as a schoolgirl for days, knowing you were coming,” Harper replied, matching her friend’s enthusiasm. Grabbing a bottle of champagne from the mini-bar, Harper held it up. “Shall we?”

“I believe we shall,” Megan answered, clapping her hands with delight.

Two hours later, the pair were sitting at the dining table, eating supper and giggling hysterically.

“God, I’ve missed you, Megan,” Harper said, after she finally recovered from their latest bout of laughter.

“I’ve missed you too,” Megan answered. “I can’t remember the last time I laughed this hard. I bet it was when you came to visit in the summer.”

“Me too. I just never get this silly with my new friends. They just aren’t the same, somehow,” Harper said. As she spoke, her cellphone buzzed. “Speaking of new friends, I think we should start getting ready. I wish we could hang out here, but I have to put in an appearance tonight.”

Megan wrinkled her nose. “Should I really go with you? I could just stay here and hit the sack early.”

“Are you kidding me? No way! It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“It’s just that it’s a work function for you and I don’t want you to feel like you have to babysit me all night.”

“I will be happy to have you with me! Besides, I could never live with myself if I let you miss out on all the men!” Harper gave her a wide-eyed grin.

“I am NOT interested in the guys, so give it up already,” Megan responded.

“Oh, fuuucck! Don’t go all dull on me now.”

“Hey, I’m here to dance and drink and laugh and fully enjoy not being responsible for anyone, but I
really
don’t need to bone some stranger while I’m here.”

“Yeah, you do!”

“Oh, fuck off!” Megan exclaimed, pushing Harper playfully on the arm as they stood to get ready.

“Oh, you’re
so
going to get laid while you are here. That’s a promise!” Harper laughed as she walked down the hall to her room.

“Am not! So forget about it already!” Megan called back to her.

Megan opened the new suitcases and selected a sleeveless, black, jersey-knit minidress with an asymmetrical neckline that showed off her shoulders and willowy arms. She tossed it on the bed and quickly took a shower, then dried her hair. She put it up in a twist at the back, leaving a few pieces framing her face. A minute later, Harper walked in, fully dressed and ready to go.