Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147

Chapter 147

-Andi-

“What? There’s a story?” I rushed after Cole as we headed straight to his car parked behind After Hour. “Cole!”

He paused at the front of his car so abruptly that I almost face–palmed his back. “You know, if you really want answers, talk to Beckett,” he murmured, gazing down at me through the tip of his nose.

Cole was almost the same towering six–foot–three height as Beckett, and when you’re standing before someone that tall, it’s easy to feel like you’re merely a speck in this world. Maybe I was so confused and mad that I answered his piercing gaze with the tipping of my chin and the narrowing of my eyes.

“Yeah? Then take me to him so I can ask him myself,” I grumbled, not really thinking what I said before opening my mouth.

Cole raised an eyebrow, and a secret smile pulled at his lips. He stood taller and huffed. “Fine. I’ll take you to him.”

I watched Cole with furrowed brows as he rounded the hood of his car and climbed into the driver’s seat. I see the shadow of his amused face on the slightly tinted windshield of his car. Hands clenched at my sides, I stomped towards the passenger side and climbed into the seat.

And it felt like Cole was only waiting for me to ask the right question, because he drove me straight towards their family’s private airstrip. I had to sweep my jaw from the ground when he told me that I was gonna board their private airplane to where Beckett was playing tonight.

I know Beckett and Cole’s family is rich, but they have their own airport? I can’t even form a word as I stare at the white airplane with ‘Maldini‘ in cursive letters painted on its side. I had never been in an airplane before, and now I’m flying in one, a private plane if I may add.

Cole opened the passenger side door, and I wanted to wipe that knowing smirk off his face as he watched me close my open mouth in awe.

“I… I have to go back to the office,” I reasoned as I refused to unbuckle my seatbelt and get out of his car. “Siobhan is gonna-”

“She knows that you’re here, and that you won’t be available for the next seven days,” Cole murmured as he offered me his hand.

“Seven days!” I yapped. “What are you talking about? Mom would worry about me-”

Cole cut me off again. “Your mom and your brother know you’re gonna be leaving town, Andi. And yes, your mom packed your bags for you when you left the house this morning.”

I gaped at Cole, lost for words. The sting of betrayal cut through my chest so deeply that I don’t think I will ever move on from this. “So everyone knows where I’m gonna be for the next seven days, apart from me?”

“Oh, don’t sound like that,” Cole had the audacity to pout. He reached over the seat, reaching for the seatbelt buckle. I slapped his hand and undid the seatbelt on my own. “Everyone is worried about you because they know you need rest after what happened.”

I shook my head as I slid out of the car. I pinched my arm as I stared at the larger–than–life airplane. “What are you doing, Cole? Are you gonna force me to board that airplane if I say I don’t wanna see Beckett?”

“No,” Cole murmured, bemused. “I don’t need to do that, but at some point, you have to stop running from Beckett.” He pulled my bag from my shoulder and tossed an arm around me, guiding me towards the airplane. He stopped at the foot of the ladder, and as though they had been watching us from the moment the car entered the airstrip, a woman and a man in

drive you back to Siobhan’s the sharpest white suits I had ever seen emerged from the top landing of the stairs. “So, I can

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office if you really want to run away again–” he put emphasis on that last word, “–but you can climb these stairs and let Marie and Soto fly you to Louisville, where Beckett is playing tonight.”

I had ten seconds to decide what to do. Marie and Soto were all smiles as they waited for me to climb into the airplane.

Cole’s words perfectly describe what I was feeling since the warehouse. I was running away from my problems, and I need answers. I squared my shoulder and glared at the open door of the airplane.

“I need answers,” I grumbled, tipping my chin up towards the airplane. “So give me my bag,” I opened my palms, and Cole handed me my messenger bag with the grin of a man who just won the lottery.

Sometimes, I wonder why I’m still friends with Cole. It’s clear where his loyalty lies. It’s always gonna be with his cousin.

I dragged my feet up each stair towards the airplane. And I climbed the steps, I felt the wind sweeping my hair and slipping through my clothes. I didn’t need to look behind me to see Cole’s Cheshire cat grin. He’s done his mission for today, and I’ll see Beckett in a few hours.

I had always believed that I was a reasonable person. Life forced me to grow up so fast because of my father, but ever since I met Beckett Hale, I had made questionable decisions more than I could count on my fingers. And this day was one of those days.

I almost didn’t come to the game. I almost didn’t want to slide out of the car that was waiting for me at the airport.

Cole planned everything from the car ride to the bags I needed for this trip. The driver even asked me if I wanted to go to the hotel first or the stadium. I know that if I go to the hotel, I will overthink again. I had been tempted to book a flight back home too many times while still on the plane. That’s how messed up my mind was.

I stood outside the Amber Wolves ballpark for a full ten minutes, ticket in hand, telling myself I was only here because I needed to answer a lot of questions, but the excitement pounding in my chest at seeing Beckett again told me I was a fool lying to myself.

I moved on autopilot the whole walk to my seat. This was the second time I was gonna watch a live baseball game, yet the noise and crowd still overwhelmed me. I even bought an Amber Wolves cap on the way to the stadium, thinking that it could hide me from Beckett, as if what I was wearing would matter.

I watched Beckett throw pitches as if he were giving the opposing team a gift. I had seen a few of his games, and maybe I just noticed everything about him that I knew looked wrong standing on the mound. It’s like I was watching a different person as he messed up his pitches. The flare in his left shoulder was so obvious that the Amber Wolves fans were even celebrating his

errors.

My entire objective was to blend in with the crowd, but somehow, he spotted me in the sea of people. He found me, and his eyes lit up, as if he’d seen gold in the mountain of rocks.

–

I watched it unfold in real time – the exact moment his eyes landed on mine across two hundred feet of grass and chalk and noise. Something in his posture changed: the way his shoulder loosened, and those eyes lit up under the shadow of his

cap.

From then on, the shift in his pitches was palpable. The fire in his eyes burned bright, and the velocity in each pitch he threw struck out the next batters in a heartbeat.

By the time the third out was called, I was already on my feet. I told myself I was just going to get water, that I wasn’t moving toward the hallway on purpose. That the way my hands were shaking had nothing to do with him.

I pushed through the tunnel doors, and the noise slowly faded behind me as the drumming of my heart became heavier. I slowed, then stopped, unsure of what I was even doing here in this corridor alone, questioning my decisions in life, when I

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