Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148 -Audi- It’s strange how one physical touch made me question why I was even running away from Beckett, and how just one sniff of his scent-despite the game and pressure lingering on him-calmed all the worries that had been bothering me all day. Why did I run away from Beckett again?’ I thought. Then the memories of the kidnapping come forth, along with Lucas demand for Beckett to marry Sloane. And just like that, I circled back to wanting to hide away from him, to build this towering wall around my heart, so I could protect it from heartbreak. I don’t know where my strength came from. Beckett was twice larger than me, but I managed to push away from him, as though his touch burned me. His arms dropped to his side with a thud. The pain of rejection that registered on his beautiful face made my stomach twist. There were a thousand, if not millions of women fawning over Beckett Hale around the world, and here I am, pushing him away, running away from him. There is definitely something wrong with me I managed to drag my feet a step away from him, willing my racing heart to calm down. Hurt flashed over Beckett’s features as he helplessly watched me put distance between us again. His eyebrows were drawn in the middle as he tried to understand what was going on in my head right now. I shook my head and lifted my right hand to rub my left arm, avoiding his gaze. “I’m sorry… I don’t know what I’m doing here,” I admitted, embarrassment crawling under my skin like an army of fire ants. Don’t be.” Beckett wasn’t letting me run away this time, yet he’s not forcing himself on me. He’s allowing me to run back to him on my own absurd terms. He removed the distance between us with one huge, careful step, clasping his hands on my shoulder, his thumb rubbing soothing lines on my jaw. “I’m glad you came.” I saw mist as I looked up at him. My eyelashes fluttered as I blinked it away. “I-” “Shh,” Beckett placed his thumb over my lips. “We need to talk about a lot of things, Andi. I’ve got tons of explainingto do.” I lowered my gaze to his neck, watching his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed, waiting for my reply. “You’re not mad at me?” I lifted my face to meet his gaze, and I was taken aback by the honesty in his eyes as he shook his head. “I can never be mad at you, baby girl,” he said so softly, his warm breath fanning my face. The soothing lines his thumb was drawing on my jaw were ricocheting into my chest. He’s erasing all my inhibitions with his understanding, with his kindness that I know I don’t deserve. I had pushed him away when he did nothing but save me from Lucas. It was Lucas and Sloane who should be at the receiving end of my anger, but I ended up pushing away the person who cared for me, even when I was so hard to understand. “But… I ran away from you,” I pulled in a huge breath, admitting my mistake. It was not an easy feat. I had to close my eyes and draw all the courage I could muster before I looked him straight in the eye. “I pushed you away, Beckett…” I bite down the pain that’s piercing through my chest as I circle back into everything that Lucas said to me. “I was so scared.” And that was the truth. A lot of things scared me while I was in that dark room. I was scared of not seeing Mom and Caleb again, Beckett, and all the friends I had made since I started working for him. Then there was the thought that Beckett had married Sloane. And the worst thing that scared me was admitting my feelings for Beckett. “Baby girl,” Beckett whispered, pressing his forehead against mine, as though that act would erase all my inhibitions. “Beckett, the eighth inning is about to start,” I hear a very impatient voice echoing from the hallway. Beckett released a breath, pulling away from me as he looked over his shoulder. “I’ll be right there,” “You have to go back, or you’re out of the game,” the man grumbled, and his sneakers skidded against the tiled floor as he left Beckett to decide what he would do next. “You have to go back,” I said, blinking at him as I stepped back. He sighed, torn between going back into the game and staying with me. “Can you wait for me until I finish the game? If you still want to leave after that, I will drive you to the airport myself,” he murmured, looking down at me with those mesmerizing gray eyes of his. Those gray pools could send anyone into a trance, but he didn’t need to hypnotize me. “Okay,” I nodded at him. I know he needs to go back into the game. He’d been a mess in the previous inning, and he wanted to redeem himself. Who was I to take that away from him? I had already done enough damage to both of us. What could be another hour watching him play, right? I’ll see if I can find Mom and Lila in the audience,” he murmured, relief washing over him again. “They can keep you company.” “You don’t have to do that,” I grumbled, letting out the heavy breath that I was holding in. “I’ll see you later.” Beckett cupped my face and planted a peck on my lips. Maybe it was a matter of habit, but that small gesture brought my heart to life. Beckett smiled softly at me as he jogged back to the other side of the hallway, disappearing into the corner, while I remained standing there, lips still tingling from the memory of his kiss. On autopilot, I walked back to my seat. Beckett was already standing on the mound, and the batter was testing the swing of the bat as he stepped up to home plate. Beckett cast a glance in my direction, making sure that I was back in my seat. He smirked at me before he rolled the ball in his gloves, putting his game face on. The – game went on in a blur – the crack of the bat, the roar of the crowd; everything faded into the background. Theywon by a point; that’s all I know. The whole time both teams were throwing pitches and chasing down plays, I sat perfectly still in my seat, turning the same questions over in my head, lining them up one by one. I could slip out, go back to Hawthorne Bay, and pretend none of this had happened. But if I ran now, I might never find the courage to face him again. So I stayed and patiently waited, reminding myself that this was why I had come to talk.