Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184

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There was something in the sun that softened everything. Maybe it was Santa Monica, or maybe there was something in the salty wind from the Pacific Ocean, or maybe it was because I was with Beckett, the man who I never thought would be a part of my life now, could it be just because I’m married now? Whatever it is, I’m in it for the moment.

This felt like a dream, walking hand in hand with a baseball superstar on the Third Street Promenade

We weaved between crowds, admired and laughed at the street performers, and stopped to listen to a barefoot guitarist who was already playing that instrument for people who were already dancing in the street. The ocean breeze catches my hair and all afternoon. Beckett made sure he was touching me every moment. Tucking my hair behind my ears squeezing my hand, or wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

If this wasn’t a dream, maybe I was in a movie or something, and Beckett was the leading man who was meant to charm me

away.

We browsed quirky little shops. He willingly tried on an absurdly wide–brimmed hat that made me snort–laugh, and 1 dragged him into a stationery store just to marvel at the endless rows of pastel notebooks and gold–tipped pens. We watched a group of kids chase bubbles, then wandered down to the pier to watch the waves while still holding each others hands

All that walking and shopping worked up our appetites. Beckett tugged me inside a cozy Italian bistro tucked into an alley all candlelight and old brick. While we were sipping our wine, Beckett asked that told me dreams always end. At some point I would need to wake up and go back to our lives in Hawthorne Bay.

He reached across the table, his thumb brushing my knuckles. “Would you want to stay at the estate Or–maybe oud get a place in the city? Close to Montgomery Agency.”

I stared at the swirl of red wine in my glass. The question settled between us, like an anchor that was ready from the height of my happiness.

Just a week ago, I was a single woman who had just miraculously survived Miguel and Sloane kidnapping now here I am at Santa Monica, Mrs. Beckett Hale.

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His smile was soft, understanding. “Of course. We have all the time we need.”

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After dinner, we strolled back out into the golden hour, the streets humming with life. I squeezed his hand feeling lucky and a little overwhelmed all at once. Just as we passed a small bakery, the scent of fresh bread stopped me in my tracks. I rugged at Beckett’s arm. “Wait. Can we go inside?”

He laughed. “We just finished dinner.”

[pout. “Please?”

‘Alright,” he said, letting me pull him inside.

didn’t even know why I wanted bread. We’d just eaten enough pasta to feed a small army, but something about the warm easty smell was impossible to resist. I pressed my face to the glass, debating between sourdough and a glossy braided hallah. Everything inside the shelf looked like shiny gold in my eyes.

was so absorbed in my carb–related crisis that I didn’t notice how Beckett was tense beside me. I didn’t see his posture uddenly go rigid, or how his eyes flicked past the glass walls towards across the street. Not until he cleared his throat and aid. “Shoot. I forgot to call Siobhan. I’ll be right outside, okay?”

Sure,” I said, waving him off. I was too busy agonizing over pastries to care.

took my time, finally picking a crusty loaf that looked too good to pass up. The woman at the counter bagged it for me as swept my gaze around the shop, looking for Beckett. He still hasn’t come back, so I stepped outside with the bag of bread and pulled out my phone, ready to call Beckett.

When I looked to my right, I saw the person I was trying to call standing just three stores down the street dropped div phone, ready to walk to him. That’s when I noticed that he wasn’t alone.

Beckett stood with a woman in a black dress. Her strawberry–blonde hair shimmered in the fading light her sung H rom the sun. Even in flip–flops, she looked effortlessly beautiful, the kind of woman who wears conadeoice as her as

For a second, I thought she must be a fan. People asked Beckett for pictures at the most awkward times this houldnt be surprised But then I looked closer and saw the way he looked at her Like she was the any p When she lifted her hand and touched his arm, something cold and heavy shd down my spine My heart

bitur was just a random girl And I wasn’t sure I was ready for what that meant