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

Erica slowed the sedan to a crawl when she caught sight of a black Porsche hugging the curb in front of her house. And leaning against the hood, dressed in a tight white T-shirt that showcased his dynamite arms, and jeans that looked tailormade, a modern-day Greek fitness god. Her first thought—why had he come to the house? Her next—she was very happy to see him. Secretly thrilled, even though she questioned his unexpected appearance, and if his resignation was imminent.

As she whipped the car into the driveway, Erica’s mind zipped back to the kiss that continued to plague her, and she immediately forced the image away. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—think about that now, particularly with the kissing culprit on the premises.

Before Erica could get one foot out the door, Stormy jumped from the vehicle and ran to Kieran, throwing her arms around him as if she’d rediscovered her long-lost best friend.

When Stormy rushed back and announced, “He’s got a surprise!” Erica calmly walked to the trunk, opened it slowly and pulled out two grocery bags in an effort to regroup before she had to face him. Yet when Kieran sauntered toward her with that same show-stopping gait, her composure dissolved like an ice cream cone on a summer sidewalk. He had all the confidence in the universe and no qualms about looking her straight in the eye, while she only wanted to look him straight in the mouth. He soon arrived where she stood like a statue, gripping the bags to her chest, as if they offered protection against all that charisma.

“Hey,” he said with a smile that could easily melt the frozen foods in her grasp.

And like a fool, Erica replied, “Aren’t you supposed to be at the club?” as if inconvenienced over his arrival.

He braced a hand on the top of her car, making the midsize sedan seem remarkably small. “I finished what I needed to do earlier than planned.”

“So he came to see us today instead of tomorrow,” Stormy added.

Erica handed her daughter the bag with the refrigerated items. “Take these in and put them away before the ice cream melts.”

Amazingly Stormy skipped away without any protest, and Erica felt the need to explain her purchases to Kieran. “The ice cream’s for Stormy. I bought myself frozen yogurt. Feel free to check out my receipt.” Or anything else you’d like to check out from a nonnutrition standpoint. An absolutely ridiculous thought, concocted by a woman acting as if she were confronting her first crush.

“I didn’t come here to police your food,” he said.

She shifted the remaining sack to her hip. “Then why are you here?”

“To make you work so you don’t lose your motivation.”

When he grinned, she almost lost her grip on the groceries. “I wasn’t planning on going to the club tonight, per your request. In fact, I’ve planned an early dinner.”

“We can work out after dinner.”

“Are you staying for dinner?”

“Are you inviting me?”

Erica had no problem with that, except…“Eat at your own risk. We’re having fish.”

“Not my favorite, but I’ll eat it as long as it’s not fried.”

That wasn’t an option according to her self-imposed diet. “I’m going to bake it.”

“Sounds good to me.” He pointed behind him. “I brought a few weights with me along with a few other things.”

She envisioned all sorts of portable devices designed for the utmost in physical persecution. “What other things?”

His gaze drifted away momentarily. “I brought a glove and ball to play some catch with Stormy. If that’s okay with you.”

“Is that the surprise she mentioned?”

“Yeah.”

Obviously he hadn’t given the promise much thought, leaving Erica to deal with some serious fallout from her child if she refused. “If I say no, you do realize she’ll be thoroughly disappointed and furious at me.”

He sighed. “You’re right. I guess I screwed up again.”

Kieran looked so remorseful, Erica couldn’t think of one good reason not to go along with his plan. “If she wants to play some catch, that’s fine, as long as you’re careful.”

He raised a hand in oath. “I promise I’ll go easy on her.”

“Hopefully easier than you’ve been on me. My body’s still suffering the effects of our easy workout.” In more ways than one.

“Are you still sore from the other night?” he asked with concern.

“I’ve had a little trouble sleeping.” But not from the aches and pains generated from the exercise.

“I know what you mean,” he said, his somber tone contrasting with his earlier smile. “And I want to apologize again for letting things get out of hand. I’ll be on my best behavior from now on. You have my word on it.”

“What a shame.” Good heavens, had she really said that? Before Kieran could respond, she added, “I need to put the groceries away and start dinner.” She backed toward the door. “Feel free to play catch with the kid. I’ll send her right out.”

Erica rushed into the kitchen where she found her daughter placing the last of the dairy products in the storage bin.

“Did Kieran tell you about the surprise?” Stormy asked as she turned and closed the refrigerator door with a twitch of her small hip.

Erica set the bag of dry goods down on the counter. “Yes, he did.”

“And?”

“He brought a ball and glove so he can play some catch with you while I make dinner.”

Stormy jumped up and down, her curls bouncing in time with her movement before she came to an abrupt stop. “Did you tell him yes?”

“Yes, I told him yes. Now go change your clothes and put those new shoes to good use.”

After her daughter sprinted away, Erica went back to shelving the groceries and dropped two cans on the floor on her way to the pantry when her thoughts turned to Kieran. She dropped another when she heard “Did you forget something?” coming from behind her.

She glanced back to see Kieran holding the remaining two bags she’d left in the trunk. “Oh, yeah. Thanks. Put them on the counter next to the sink.”

She continued to stare at the canned goods while he breezed behind her, bringing with him a slight hint of cologne that set her female radar on maximum alert. No doubt one of those expensive colognes formulated to attract women like a two-for-one shoe sale. She didn’t realize until that moment how much she’d missed those masculine scents in her home. How much she’d missed having a male presence when she noticed Kieran unscrewing the lightbulb centered over the sink, the one that had burned out some time ago.

“Got another bulb?” he asked.

Fortunately, she happened to be in the right place at the right time. Unfortunately, the bulbs were on the top shelf out of her reach, and unless she put out an all-points bulletin on the step stool that had mysteriously gone missing two weeks ago, she’d have to ask for assistance. “I have some up extra bulbs in here, but I’m too short to get to them without help.”

He came up behind her and stood so close that her breath hitched hard in her chest. When he reached up and took the box with ease, he brushed against her back, stealing her breath completely. Then he moved away and she muttered, “Thanks,” before putting the last can and her composure back into place.

With Kieran standing in her kitchen, it would be nothing short of a miracle if she had enough presence of mind to prepare a meal. At least Stormy would keep him occupied for a while.

Kieran changed the bulb with little effort while Erica retrieved the ingredients for dinner, thankfully without flipping the snapper onto the floor. She could sense he was watching her as she pulled the bakeware from the drawer beneath the stove opposite the sink where he still stood.

“How many clients have you kissed before?” Erica blurted without thought, then ventured a quick glance behind her to gauge his reaction, only to find he didn’t seem at all insulted by the question.