Breaking Love Full Hearts 2 by Mj Summers Page A

and get her emotions under control again. For so many years, she had fought to keep her feelings in check, at a distance, even. Within twenty-four hours, Luc had managed to cause those walls she had built around her heart to crumble into dust. She felt like she had been cut wide open, exposed to him, and she couldn’t have that. It simply wouldn’t do for her to be in love. Period.
    She crawled back into bed and lay there, trying to fall asleep. A couple of hours later, she heard Harper leave for her meeting. Megan waited until she was gone and then got up and took a long, hot shower, trying to wash away her memories along with the scent of Luc. There would be no evidence of their night together now, other than a slight tenderness in areas of her body that had been long forgotten.
    When she got out of the shower, she walked over to her purse to grab her cellphone. She hadn’t checked for messages since the evening before. She dug around frantically for a minute, not finding it.
    “Oh no, no, no. Don’t tell me I left it at Luc’s!” Megan muttered to herself as she walked over to check her coat pockets.
    Thinking back, she remembered she had had it in his car when they were on the way to his apartment because she had texted Harper. It was either in his car or at his place, which would make her graceful exit from his life impossible. Now Megan would have to go back there right away in case her mom was trying to reach her.
    “Shit,” she sighed to herself as she got dressed and ready to leave. She wasn’t sure what time Harper would be back from her meeting, so she decided to take a cab over to Luc’s.
    Megan’s heart was in her throat as she paid the driver and got out of the cab in front of Luc’s building. She walked up the steps and buzzed, then waited for a moment. She still wasn’t sure what she was going to say.
    “ Âllo? ” A woman’s voice came over the speaker.
    “Oh, um, hi. I’m looking for Luc.”
    “He’s not here right now.” The voice now sounded bored.
    “Okay. This is Megan, a friend of his. I think I left my cellphone there. Is it possible for me to come up and check?”
    “Oh, yes, the American. It is Simone. I found your phone. I will send the elevator down for you,” Simone responded tersely before buzzing her into the building.
    When Megan reached Luc’s floor, she found Simone standing in the foyer, lighting a cigarette.
    “Come in. Your phone is in the kitchen. I found it earlier on the floor near the couch.”
    Megan smiled and followed Simone inside. “Thank you. That’s a relief.”
    “Would you like a coffee? Luc’s washing machine broke and I am here waiting for the repairman to finish.” Simone poured two coffees and pointed Megan to a chair.
    “Um, I should just get my phone and go, but thank you,” Megan replied, hoping to leave before Luc got back.
    “Sit for a minute,” Simone said, bringing the mugs over to the table. “That is an old trick, no? To leave something behind so you can see the man again.” She gave Megan a knowing smile.
    “No, it honestly was just a careless mistake. I should go.”
    “So, you stayed here last night? His plan worked, then.”
    Megan gave her a confused look as she slid into the chair opposite her. “Plan?”
    “Luc loves American women. All French men do, actually. Well, mostly the boys love the college girls who come over here. But he hasn’t outgrown it yet,” she said, taking a drag on her cigarette and blowing the smoke out. She continued. “You are known for being, what is that term, an ‘easy thing’?”
    “A sure thing,” Megan answered quietly.
    “Yes. That’s it. Luc has an expression to describe it—‘they hear the accent and then spread their legs.’ Megan, you seem nice. I only tell you this so you will not expect more from Luc. He is not going to be anyone’s knight in shining armour.”
    “Right,” Megan agreed, wishing she were anywhere but here listening to this. Her eyes searched the room