Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 17

“Who’s that?” Mom’s curiosity spiralled behind me, Caleb was bouncing on his heels, and Beckett was shooting fireballs with his eyes.

“What? Sir? What are you doing here?” I blabbered, stumbling on my feet as I stood. Mom’s hand shot out to prevent my coffee from spilling onto our table.

“You know him?” Caleb was too darn excited to remember his manners.

I pinned him with a warning glare, willing him to calm the fuck down. Having my boss crowd the doorway of our home didn’t cross my mind, not in a million years.

Beckett’s lips were pursed into a hard line. His anger slowly morphed into confusion when he finally slid his gaze over my excited brother, seeing him for the first time, and behind me, he noticed my confused mother. I tilted my head to the side, bewildered. He looked rather surprised now that he had taken everyone inside our home into account.

What was he expecting to see? Or did he even expect to see my family? His eyes flicked back to me, like a baseball being thrown from all corners of the ballpark, almost dazed, and he unconsciously rolled his right shoulder–as if shaking off

stiffness.

He snapped out of whatever trance he was in, straightened his spine. He released a heavy sigh, calming himself, and gave Caleb a smirk. “I need to talk to her. She your sister?” he asked, finally coming back to his senses.

“Yes, yes! She’s my big sister.” Caleb reached out for Beckett’s hand, shaking it like he was stirring my coffee. The latter put on a genuine smile, watching my brother fangirl over him.

He must’ve been used to this kind of attention from fans. He was a baseball superstar, after all.

I can’t believe you’re really here. Andi,” my brother sang, eyes sparkling when he looked at me. “Is this real? Tell me this is real. I’m holding Beckett Hale’s hands, ahhh!”

Out of all four of us, Caleb’s excitement and genuine happiness were the only things that cut through the battling tension created by Beckett’s arrival.

‘He is real,” I said, approaching my brother and clasping a hand on his shoulder. “But you have to calm down or he will disappear.

‘Oh, okay.. okay.” Caleb blinked at me, finally coming down to the ground from his skyrocketing thrill. “You’re here for my sister, but can I get your autograph?”

“Caleb!” I hinted. I didn’t know what my boss was doing here, but it was never my intention to take advantage of him. Who knew how this would affect my job? He was already giving me a hard time as it was what more it he did my brother a favor

“Sure,” Beckett grinned. Under the visor of his baseball cap, genuine emotion flashed in his gray eyes. Then they sharpened when he lifted his gaze to me. “I’ll have to talk to your sister first, if that’s okay. Ma’am”

It did something to my chest–his gesture of acknowledging her. I didn’t even realize he’d seen my mother.

“Oh, sure, no worries.” Mom said, rising to her feet. “Have you eaten breakfast yet? I make really good wailles,” she offered kindly, in her soft, steady voice.

I wanted to pinch the bridge of my nose. Beckett would never cat anything from our kitchen. I doubt whether he’d ever eaten at McDonald’s. He gives off the impression of someone who only eats healthy food from his very own kitchen, 1

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waited for him to politely decline Mom’s offer, but instead he said. “That would be lovely.”

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Since I met him, he’d been surprising me with how brutal his attitude could be, but today he surprised me in a different way -the mice kind.

I knew our trailer home was small, but having a six–foot–three baseball guy standing in front of it made it look like a child’s playhouse. Outside, the morning sun bounced off Beckett’s face. The visor of his cap cast a mysterious shadow over his eyes Sporting a fitted black shirt and gray joggers, he looked like he came straight out of a sports magazine, parading his oozing appeal into the trailer park.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice composed. “And how did you know where I lived?”

The kind tone he’d showered on my mom and Caleb vanished as he spoke. “You didn’t tell me you were leaving.” he said, sounding like a child telling his mom his feelings were hurt because she didn’t come home. His jaw flexed, and he subtly adjusted his posture–almost as if his right arm was bothering him.

Stunned, I blinked at him. Where was that strained expression coming from? “I didn’t think my absence would matter,” I said, because it was the truth. I’d debated leaving a note or texting him I’d be gone for the day, but I honestly didn’t think he’d care–much less track down where I lived.

It mattered!” he hissed, his fist clenching as he looked around the trailer park. It didn’t surprise me that all our neighbors were now having coffee outside their houses. Apart from the SUV parked in front of our house, Beckett stood out like gold n the dust. We don’t get many visitors like Beckett in this area, and they wanted to get the latest scoop.

My eyebrows curled as I gasped. “It does?”

‘Yes!” he growled. “You can’t leave without telling me,” he paused, looking thoughtful for a moment.

He kept switching modes like he didn’t know which version of himself he was supposed to be here.

‘I thought you were already dead somewhere,” he said, lowering his voice. “Siobhan would kill me if something happened.”

could only blink at my boss, my brain freezing, unable to process what he’d just said. Is he really that concerned about me and what Siobhan would think?‘ Something was not adding up. Siobhan always called him an overgrown toddler, and right now, he really sounded like a confused toddler mid–tantrum.

Uhmmm,” I forced my brain to work. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again, Sir.”

Beckett’s thick eyebrows knitted together. “From now on, you can’t leave without my permission. That’s an order”

Alright, alright!” I raised my hands. “I got it, Sir. This won’t happen again.”

Deep inside. I was laughing hysterically. He was hellbent on making me quit my job, and now I’m not allowed to leave without his permission. Did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed?

Beckett was glaring down at me, and I was pretty sure he knew I found this funny. He simmered, and then my most walked out with two cups of coffee, followed by Caleb holding a plate of waffles. Beckett followed us under the giant oak tree behind our house. There’s a bench and table attached to the tree, which we only use for visitors.

Caleb was already late for school, but I couldn’t demand that he leave when his eyes were sparkling like Fourth of July fireworks. He brought out his baseball cap, his bat, and Beckett’s poster Watching Beckett with my little brother was eye opening. He adored Caleb and his enthusiasm for baseball. I never imagined I would see him in this light

“Beckett!” I flinched when I heard a very familiar high–pitched, yet poiseil voice. In her high heeled stilettos, Sloane walked onto the dirt path toward our house, her fists clenched. Under her sunglasses, I knew her eyes were blazing “What is the

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My shoulders were rigid as I stepped closer to Mom, shielding her from the dragon that had just invaded our humble residence.

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