Breaking Love Full Hearts 2 (28 page)

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. And do you want to hear something funny? Elliott convinced him to go shopping at Target because he only had the tuxedo he was wearing. Elliott picked out a
hoodie
for him, and he actually bought it.”

Harper burst into laughter at the image of Luc in a hoodie. “Oh my God, Megan. What the hell is happening out there in Colorado?”

Megan giggled quietly into the phone. “I don’t know, but I’m just going with it. It sure has been wonderful to have someone to help with the load today.”

“Maybe this will become a habit for you?”

“I don’t think so. He’s just helping me out. It doesn’t mean he wants a family all of a sudden.”

“But you sound like you might. . . .” Harper replied.

“No, no. I don’t. I like my life uncomplicated. It’s just been a bit of a treat. That’s all.”

Harper’s voice was skeptical. “I don’t know, my friend. It sounds like the beginning of something that could be pretty amazing if you let it.”

Megan shook her head even though Harper couldn’t see her. She needed to convince herself. “It’s not, Harper. Honestly. I can’t afford to even let that thought seep into my brain. We’re having a little fun for a while, he’s helping me out and at some point he’ll fly off home and I won’t see him again.”

“Still think you can handle that conclusion?”

“I’ve been through much worse, Harper. This will be nothing.” Megan looked at her watch. “Listen, I have to run. I need to go relieve Luc and do snuggle time. Let’s talk later this week, okay?”

“Definitely. I want you to keep me updated about Helen and whatever this is with Luc,” Harper replied.

“I will. See you later.”

“Bye.”

Megan heaved herself off the couch and made her way slowly up the stairs to Elliott’s room. Leaning against the door frame, she watched the scene for a minute before Luc noticed her. He smiled at her from his position, sitting next to Elliott on the bed, his back against a pillow.

“Is it time?” Luc asked.

“Yup, lights out, Elliott,” Megan answered, walking into the room.

“Good night, Luc. I had a lot of fun with you today.”

“You know what? I had a lot of fun with you as well. Especially when you weren’t cheating at video games.”

“Cheating?” Elliott’s face wore a huge grin. “I’m just much better at it than you.”

Luc stood and ruffled Elliott’s hair with his hand. “In that case, I will practise so I can conquer you next time.”

“Ha! Never!” Elliott gloated.

Luc extended his hand to shake Elliott’s. “Good night, Elliott. Thank you for taking me shopping today and helping me impress your mom.”

Elliott ignored Luc’s hand and propped himself up on his knees on the bed to give Luc a hug. He pressed his little cheek into Luc’s chest as he squeezed him with all his might. Luc looked temporarily uncomfortable and then smiled down at the little boy, hugging him back. He gave him a little kiss on the top of his head, then ruffled his hair again.

“Good night, Luc,” Elliott said.

Megan, who had a lump in her throat, avoided eye contact with Luc as he made his way out of the room. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling or what to think at that moment. She turned the light off and lay down beside Elliott for a few minutes, tracing a finger over the side of his little face absent-mindedly.

A few minutes later, Megan found Luc starting a fire in the fireplace. A bottle of red wine sat open on the coffee table with two glasses filled beside it. The scene had all the makings of a romantic evening, but Megan was too weary and too worried to have any such notions. Luc looked up at her as she came into the room, his eyes full of that devotion he reserved for her. He was so handsome, in just a white T-shirt and jeans, that her heart stirred at the sight of him, this man who had tirelessly cared for her and her son over the past long twenty-four hours.

“You must be so tired,” he said as the fire caught. He shut the glass doors and stood up.

“You must be too,” Megan said as she lowered herself onto the couch.

Luc joined her on the couch and picked up their glasses. “Yes. Let’s relax a bit. We deserve it, I think.”

Megan took her glass from him and had a sip. “Especially you. I can’t believe everything you did today. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”

Luc reached out and took her hand in his, placing them both on his lap. “No need. I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do. Just sit with me awhile and enjoy the fire before I go.”

Megan’s head turned quickly in his direction. “You’re going?”

“I thought I would get a hotel room for the night. It would be too confusing for Elliott if I slept here, no?”

Megan nodded slowly. “Yeah, you’re right. I think last night and today were confusing enough for him.” She sighed heavily and took a gulp of wine. “I don’t want you to think I’m not grateful, because I am. It’s just really scary for me to have him around
any
man.”

“I know it is, and now that I have met him I can understand why. He’s just so little and innocent. For him, the world is still full of magic. He still believes he could find a dragon in the yard or that his dad could come back and you would all live happily ever after. It’s all possible for him. That is something so precious, and I would never want to wreck that for him.”

A tear slid down Megan’s cheek and she quickly wiped it away with her fingers. “You do get it. He’s just had more hardship than any child should have to deal with. I don’t want to add to that. And you know, Ian has just fucked things up so badly. It’s only a matter of time before Elliott realizes how unhealthy his dad really is and starts to become bitter toward him. It terrifies me, actually. I don’t know how I’ll be able to stop that.”

“You won’t.” Luc put his arm around Megan and pulled her to him so her head was resting on his shoulder. “Only his father can do that. All you can do is be there for him when it happens and not try to deny the reality then. It will only make things worse if you defend Ian.”

“You sound like you speak from experience.”

“It’s different but also the same. But let’s not talk about that now. We’re both tired. Right now, I just want to hold you in my arms before I have to leave. We should be celebrating that your mom is going to be okay.”

Megan smiled a little. “That we should. I was so scared she would die. The last twenty-four hours have been an absolute roller coaster. Being at the ballet seems like weeks ago already.”

She paused, watching the fire for a moment. “You took a really horrible situation and just made it so much easier for me. I can’t even begin to tell you how it felt to be taken care of like that.” Megan gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You just stepped in and did what needed to be done, without any complaining about how your romantic weekend was ruined.”

Luc rubbed her arm with his thumb. “Why would I complain in the middle of a crisis? I would be a very selfish person to whine about missing out on some fun under such circumstances. Besides, there will always be other romantic weekends for us. I’m just glad that your mother is alright and that you let me help you. I can’t believe how much I enjoyed being with Elliott. I
really
like him. He’s so smart and funny and honest, and very wise for his age as well. I can tell he is going to be a good man when he grows up. You’re really doing an amazing job with him.”

“Thank you for saying that. When you’re on your own, you don’t get a lot of feedback on how you’re doing as a parent.” Megan smiled lovingly at Luc. She stared into his dark eyes, seeing them reflect back the need she felt for him.

“You put your heart into everything you do, Megan. That’s one of the things I admire about you.” He put their empty glasses back on the coffee table and sank back into the couch, reaching for her face with his hands. Kissing her lightly, he let his mouth hover over hers, tasting her and feeling the warmth of her lips. Knowing she needed rest more than romance, he pulled back and gently guided her head to his shoulder. His desire for her would have to wait.

When Megan woke up in the morning, she was in her bed, but she couldn’t remember how she had gotten there. She still had her sweater on, but as she looked over to the window, she saw her jeans neatly folded on a chair next to it. In her dreamy haze, a memory of falling asleep on the couch, wrapped in Luc’s strong arms, came back to her. He must have carried her to bed and taken off her jeans. A little note on her bedside table read
Call me when you get a chance. I’ll come back here or to the hospital—wherever you need me most. L.

She smiled to herself as she read it. How had she gotten so lucky, to have this man drop into her life out of nowhere exactly when she needed him most?

* * *

Megan stood at the counter of the hospital with her mouth hanging open in disbelief. “I don’t understand. How could the bill have been paid if I didn’t get it until now?”

The woman on the other side of the glass looked confused. “I’m not sure. Let me just ask one of the other staff.”

A minute later, another woman came up to the counter, holding the bill. “This is right. I handled it myself. A fine man in a tuxedo came up and told me to put it on his credit card.” She squinted down at the bill through her glasses. “Mr. Luck Chevalier.”

“Luc—it’s pronounced
Luke
, not
Luck
. It’s French,” Megan replied distractedly.

“Well, however you say it, hang on to that one. Any man who dresses like that and goes around paying a bill like this without batting an eye is a keeper.”

Megan nodded. “Thanks.” She slowly made her way back to collect Helen and bring her home. The bill in Megan’s hand, showing a zero balance, had come as a complete surprise. When she had arrived at the hospital a few minutes earlier, she had been prepared to try to make payment arrangements on the charges. Luc had taken that worry from her shoulders without so much as a word about it.

* * *

That night as Megan and Luc said good night at the door, she gave him a lingering kiss.

He leaned his forehead against hers. “Mmm, you better stop that or I’ll have my way with you right here in the doorway instead of going back to the hotel for the night like a decent man.”

Megan giggled a little. “Have
your
way? No, no, Luc you’ve got it all wrong. It would be
me
having my way with
you
. I’d start by tearing your clothes off and licking that huge—”

Luc pressed his mouth over hers to get her to stop talking. He kissed her long and hard, feeling her body relax before he let up. “Stop that, you silly woman, or I’m going to take you over my knee.”

“Silly woman? You know, only a man with your accent could get away with that. If it was anyone else, I’d punch him in the throat.”

Luc’s eyes grew wide with surprise. “I was raised by an American woman. I should know better than to mess with you.”

“You should indeed.”

Luc laughed and leaned down to kiss her again. “I promise not to mess with you. Only to mess around.”

“Yes, let’s mess around. I could show you the other uses for the washing machine.”

Luc groaned at the thought of it. “I have to go. Your mom and your son are right up those stairs. Now, I’ll see you first thing in the morning. I’ll be here before you take Elliott to school so I can keep an eye on Helen.”

“I can’t wait to thank you properly for everything. I don’t know how long it will take me to pay you back for the hospital bill.”

“You can thank me by not mentioning the bill again. I never do anything I don’t want to do. And for me, it really was nothing. I rarely have anything so important to do with my money anyway, so it would be a gift to me if you would accept it with no further discussion on the matter.”

“Well that’s certainly an unusual way to spin it.
I’m
doing
you
a favour by taking the money? I don’t think I’ll be able to wrap my head around that concept. We can agree not to talk about it, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to repay you.”

“You’re still talking about it. . . .” Luc replied sternly.

“Sorry. I can’t help myself.” Megan kissed him again. She let her hands wander down his abdomen toward his pants. “I really can’t help myself,” she murmured.

Luc moved his hips back. “Okay. That’s it.” He gave her a quick peck on the lips. “I really am going back to my hotel room, except now it will be for a cold shower.”

Megan grinned, loving the effect she was having on him. “See you tomorrow.”

* * *

The next three days found Luc still at Megan’s. He had called the hotel in San Francisco to have all of their things couriered to her house. During the day he worked on his laptop in Megan’s kitchen. They chatted occasionally as she edited photos at her computer. It felt very comfortable and was fun for both of them. From time to time Megan would look up, only to see Luc staring at her.

“You’re watching me again.”

“I know.”

“Stop it. We need to work.” She grinned.

“I should point out that you were also looking at me just now.”

“I could feel you staring.”

“Well, it’s not my fault that you’re gorgeous. It’s very distracting, really. It’s a good thing I didn’t meet you before I made my fortune. I’d be a poor man.”

Megan stifled a smile. “Shut up and get to work, Chevalier.”

“Yes, boss.”

Helen stood at the entrance to the kitchen, watching them, “Her brother, Mark, calls her Bossy Boots. I think it suits her.”

“Mom! You were supposed to call me if you wanted to come down the stairs!”

“See? Bossy Boots.” Helen grinned at Luc as she shuffled slowly toward the counter. “I made it down just fine. Stop all this fussing. I just came to grab my magazine.”

Luc stood up and linked his arm through Helen’s, gently helping her as she made her way back to the couch. “Bossy Boots? That is very fitting. Do you think I can get away with calling her that?” he asked conspiratorially.

“Not if you don’t want a throat punch!” Megan called to him. She could hardly wipe the grin off her face as she saw Luc taking care of her mom without Helen minding a bit. It had been like that since she had gotten home. He had such a way with her that she never argued with him when he helped her. When Megan tried, Helen would swat her hand away and make a comment about not wanting to be a burden.