Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217

-Andi-

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My shift at Sea, Salt and Bread wasn’t as bad as my first day. Maybe because I already knew what to expert or beca already made friends. Since Robert was a toxic manager, the employee camaraderie was as sold as a boulder

For a moment, I had forgotten about what happened at the orphanage until it was time to go home

Beckett couldn’t pick me up near the restaurant. I had to take a long walk down the beach side to where he dropper earlier. I can already see his car in front of an all–nighter bar. My smile was instant, and I was already bouncing on i I didn’t know I could miss someone who was with me just before my shift. That’s love. There’s no other explanation

‘Hey, Andi,” a motorcycle stopped right beside me, startling me.

‘Hey, Spencer,” I pressed a hand on my chest.

At this time of the night, the beachside wasn’t as packed as it was in the early evening. Most people were inside the b drinking and listening to live music, so Spencer coming up to me like that made my heart jump into my throat

‘You scared me,” I gasped, shaking away the shock that sprawled inside my system.

Spencer was the sous chef, and I didn’t even know he drives a motorcycle. He wasn’t wearing his helmet. He gratit ha on the handlebars of his bike.

‘Sorry,” he chuckled and steadied his motorcycle by extending his long legs onto the ground

Spencer has that boyish charm of a college jock with his slightly long blond hair and pretty blue eves in pretty sur

molder earned him a lot of girls fawning over him.

‘Yeah, it’s fine,” I said, dropping my hand and sliding a gaze at/Beckett’s SUV The car was still puts h brians, d

no movement from the driver’s seat.

‘Are you just gonna walk to the bus station? That’s like five miles from here.” Spencer offered

He was just being friendly, I know that, and he also doesn’t know that I am already marned and front of us, watching us on his VIP seat.

I fiddled in my spot I don’t know if Beckett was the jealous type, but coded already panure how his vantage point

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1 sighed. Why won’t he just go away? Doesn’t he have better things to do than be worned about me

“I appreciate you going out of your way.” I say gratefully. “But seriously, I’m fine.”

“You say that now,” Spencer insisted. “But there are lots of drunk men around this area. I won’t leave you alone”

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I stopped and faced him. “I can handle myself.” I insisted too as I ground my feet on the ground. “My job before this w working at a pub, and I know how to handle drunken men.”

He paused, his blue eyes growing wide. “I don’t mean to offend you. I’m just being a friend.”

I closed my eyes and sighed. “And thank you. But I really want to be alone.”

I didn’t have to look. Once I heard a car door slam shut, I already knew Beckett was on his way here. If Spencer recogni him, my cover would blow up. They won’t treat me like one of them again at Sea, Salt and Bread. They would see me ai privileged employee or the enemy.

‘Andi,” Beckett’s voice was gravelly as he murmured my name. “You ready?”

Spencer and I turned to Beckett at the same time. I sighed in relief when I saw that Beckett was wearing a baseball cap he streetlights here are in need of urgent replacement, his face wasn’t that visible to Spencer.

‘Oh, you’re already here,” I feigned surprise. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

Spencer frowned. “Is this your friend?”

‘Yeah, see you later! Bye!” I was already rushing towards my husband, leaving a confused Spencer on the trees

I crushed myself onto Beckett’s side and forced him to throw his arms around me. “Let’s go. He us walled was safe,” I cooed because Beckett’s body was as rigid as a flag pole. It took all my strength to make him har walk back towards his car.

His arms around me were iron–clad, and I tapped my hand over his raging heartbeat “I know a weldin

‘I know…” I sighed. “He doesn’t know I’m married, okay?”

“Well, he should,” Beckett groaned. “I saw the way he looked at you

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Beckett had been quiet in the driver’s seat. Our only conversation was where I asked him if he had already caten. H

He must still be thinking about the orphanage, and I hate that I can’t do anything to help him.

“Did you go see your granddad?” I asked I know men–like to process things in their minds, but I want Beckett to kn he can talk to me. He’s not alone anymore. I might not be able to help him financially, but I can lend him an ear.

“Hm?” He hummed. “Yeah. Yeah.” I waited for him to te me how it went, but he left it at that.

“So, how did it go?” I asked, my voice soft and tentative.

He sighed as we finally took a turn towards his property. There were newly installed lights on the driveway, which n place a little magical at night. That was my suggestion, and I’m glad Beckett lit up the dirt path.

“It went well,” Beckett murmured.

“Well? Like, he would stop trying to buy the orphanage land?” I wanted to know because he sounded like there was a doomsday ahead of us.

‘He didn’t say that exactly,” he gripped the steering wheel tight, and his eyes on the road were blazing. “But I know he stop messing with us and the orphanage now.”

frowned. I tried to understand what he was saying because he didn’t sound relieved at all. “Then why does it look lik ust lost a game?”

Beckett shook his head and released another sigh. He reached over the console and grabbed my hand “You dont have worry about it.”

And there we go again. He was shutting me out again, and I refused to be that wife who’s only there for hun in the cos imes. He shares my problem, so he needs to share his with me.

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