The Mummy Makeover / Mummy for Hire: The Mummy Makeover / Mummy for Hire

“Which kid?”

Aidan frowned. “My kid. Emma, in case you’ve forgotten.”

Maybe he did need a chart. “Oh, yeah. I remember her now. Cute baby, curly blond hair, looks like her mother, thank God.”

“You’re damned hilarious.” Aidan pulled the screen open but continued to block the entry. “By the way, Emma’s asleep in our old room, so be quiet.”

Kieran could handle quiet. His father, on the other hand, didn’t know the meaning of the word.

He stepped inside to find Aidan’s wife, Corri, seated on the sofa, a tray of sandwiches set out on the coffee table before her, and his dad, good old Dermot, fast asleep in his favorite lounger.

Corri straightened and smiled. “Hey, Kieran. Glad you could make it. We were beginning to feel like pariahs.”

Aidan dropped onto the sofa and rested his hand on Corri’s thigh. “I was kind of enjoying the silence for a change.”

After grabbing a soda from the fridge in the kitchen and a ham sandwich from the tray, Kieran took the chair kitty-corner from the TV, focusing on the football game in an effort to ignore Aidan, who’d started nuzzling Corri’s neck. He sure as hell didn’t need to see overt displays of affection. He did need to finish eating, get out of there fast and go to the club to work off some excess energy while considering his current predicament—Erica Stevens. Maybe even fantasize about Erica Stevens. A little fantasy never hurt anyone, as long as he didn’t go down the reality road again.

“Aidan tells me he met your girlfriend, Kieran,” Corri said. “Is this the former gymnast Mallory mentioned to me a few days ago?”

If he hadn’t already swallowed the bite of sandwich, he would’ve choked. “Yeah, she’s the former gymnast. And no, she’s not my girlfriend. I’m her personal trainer.”

“I’m thinking you’d be a wise man to make her your girlfriend, son.” Apparently his dad had been roused from his nap by his normal curiosity, as well as his penchant for making his opinions known.

“Why is that, Dad?” Aidan asked, although Kieran wished he hadn’t.

Dermot released a gruff chuckle. “Because I hear gymnasts are a flexible lot.”

Aidan and Corri laughed in response. Kieran didn’t. Nothing about the remark was funny. Neither were the explicit images of Erica now running through his mind. Images he pushed away for the time being.

After wolfing down the sandwich and soda in record time, Kieran escaped to the kitchen to discard the trash. If he played his cards right, he could be out the door before the next round of verbal grilling.

“Leaving already, Kieran?”

Kieran glanced to his right to see his brother hovering in the doorway. So much for a fast getaway. “Yeah. I need to stop by the club before I head home.”

Hands in pockets, Aidan strolled into the room. “Another floor-mat training session with the gymnast?”

A few years back, Kieran would’ve attempted to knock the smirk off his brother’s face, even if Aidan did have three inches on him. They’d all learned how to fight by fighting each other. But he was more mature now, and throwing a punch in his mother’s kitchen wasn’t a banner idea. Instead, he chose a partial lie, not a fist, for his weapon of choice. “I have to do some paperwork, Aidan. That’s what you deal with when you own two businesses.”

Aidan leaned back against the cabinet and studied Kieran with blatant skepticism. “She’s getting to you, isn’t she?”

Kieran opened the pantry door and tossed the can into the recycle bin. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” Another lie.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Maybe I should say who I’m talking about. You’ve got a thing for the redhead.”

Kieran slammed the pantry door and whirled around. “I told you, she’s a client.”

“Yeah, that’s what you said, but I’m not buying it. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so defensive when someone brings her up. You’d just ignore all the comments, but you’re feeling too guilty to do that.”

Unfortunately, Aidan happened to be right on target, even though Kieran didn’t plan to admit it. “Look, she’s a nice woman who wants to get into shape. She doesn’t have a lot of money, so her daughter came to see me and asked me to help out. I’m doing both of them a favor without charge.”

Aidan frowned. “In other words, you’re providing your services for free, and there’s nothing more to it?”

“Yeah.” Lie number three. “Something wrong with that?”

“Not at all, except you’re not telling me everything. Did things go beyond the trainer-client relationship last night after I left?”

Kieran gritted his teeth. “I didn’t sleep with her, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Aidan chuckled. “But you wanted to.”

He hated that his brother read him so well. “Okay, yeah, the thought crossed my mind after I—” Nope, he wasn’t going to go there.

“After you what? Kissed her?”

He didn’t have the energy for another lie. “Yeah.”

Aidan pointed at him. “I knew it.”

“I didn’t plan it. It just happened, and I’m not going to let it happen again.”

“What makes you think you can stop it?”

He didn’t have any choice. “Because it’s unethical. Aside from the standing rules of the profession, you told me yourself that it’s a bad idea to get involved with someone you have a working relationship with, even though you didn’t follow your own advice with Corri.”

Aidan ran a fast hand through his hair. “You’re right, but it turned out okay. Better than okay. And the way I see it, you have two options. You let nature take its course and see what happens. Or you cut if off now, because even if you can bench-press a building, you’re not strong enough to ignore the chemistry.”

He didn’t care for his brother’s options or opinions. “I’m not you, Aidan, so you can kiss my—”

“Don’t say it, young man.”

Kieran turned to the right where his mother stood immediately inside the kitchen, holding a plastic container. Lucine O’Brien might be small in stature, but she was more than capable of carrying off the disapproving-parent demeanor in a big way. “Hey, Mom. When did you get back?”

“Just in time to hear your conversation.” She set the bowl on the counter and regarded Aidan. “I believe I heard your daughter.”

Aidan tilted his head slightly. “I don’t hear anything.”

Lucy gestured toward the living room. “Then go talk to your wife. I need to have a conversation with your brother.”

That’s all Kieran needed—another lecture. Only this one could be ten times as bad, depending on how much his mother had overheard. Probably more than he’d hoped, considering the stern look on her face. “This woman you’re discussing,” she said after Aidan departed. “Is this the widow with the child that Mallory spoke of the other night?”

Good thing his sister wasn’t around. Otherwise, he’d have to give her a chunk of what was left of his mind for spinning the rumor mill out of control. “First of all, Mother, my personal life isn’t anyone’s business. Secondly, this whole thing has gotten blown out of proportion. I’m only supervising her fitness program.”

She had the skeptic’s demeanor down to a fine art. “Really? When did you add kissing to that program?”

Damn. “It was a mistake. A spur-of-the-moment thing.”

She folded her arms across her middle. “Perhaps that’s true, but my sons aren’t inclined to do anything they don’t want to do.”