Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 137

-Andi-

I would never forget how Beckett’s steps faltered as I slid down the back of the van. The way his smile faded into a frown and how the longing in his eyes melted into a wounded one.

I was a gazelle that saw a lion; one wrong move from him, and I would run away.

Luna, despite her confusion, followed suit and placed a hand under my elbow. “Boss is here, Andi. You still wanna leave?”

“Yes,” I croaked out, those words leaving thorns in their wake as they slipped out of my mouth. “I.. I’m not ready yet, Luna

Please?”

Luna was Beckett’s friend before mine. So I don’t detest her when she casts a questioning gaze at Beckett, asking permission I don’t dare look in Beckett’s direction. The fragile thread holding my resolve together would break once I saw the pain in his eyes again.

He doesn’t have the right to look at me like that, like he was a puppy gazing at its leaving human. He doesn’t get to feel hurt! He’s not the one who believed in a dream. He’s not the one who was slapped in the face with the reality that she could never have the man she loves.

Whatever Luna saw in Beckett’s face made her sigh. She dragged her feet as she helped me towards the passenger seat of the van. I know that if Luna had the chance to choose, she would tell me to stay and speak with Beckett. That was the right thing to do, I get it, but I just want to gather myself together first before facing him.

“I have to take you to the hospital first, then the police station, before I take you home,” Luna explained as she put the car into drive.

I hummed a yes. I might be being stubborn, but I know Lucas needed to answer for what he’d done to me.

As the van took the route I drove yesterday, I circled back to the time when I hadn’t met Beckett yet. I was moving on from Carter, and I should have focused on myself instead of getting involved with another baseball player.

It took us almost the entire morning from the hospital to the police station. Luna had been very patient with me throughout the entire process. She doesn’t mind that I spoke nothing apart from ‘I’m fine‘ and ‘thank you. Well, maybe she did; she just didn’t say a word about it until we were two blocks down from home.

She parked the car in front of a neighbor’s house. If her intention was to grab my full attention, she has it.

“Why did we stop here?” I asked her with a frown. I had been given a pain reliever from the hospital, but the antiseptic scent still lingered in my senses, making me feel groggy.

“Because we need to talk, Andi,” she pulled the handbrake and shifted a little to the side so she was facing me.

Luna had her wavy hair pulled up in a high, messy ponytail. A few strands are sticking everywhere, and her eyes hold the sincerity of a friend ready to have a deep conversation.

“About what?” I deadpanned. Even though I knew what she wanted to talk about, I pretended I didn’t. Luna’s loyalty will forever stay with Beckett; I know that, and I am not blaming her for that.

“About what happened to you,” she murmured, concern palpable in his tone. “You can’t hide from this, Andi. Don’t do that, or this will ruin you.”

I was wrong about her. She wasn’t talking about Beckett. She was concerned about my well–being, and that made a lump form in my throat. I swallowed around it, processing what Luna meant as she continued. “You’ve got to talk to someone. If

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