Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 27

-Andi-

I was arranging the last plate on the dining table, trying to make everything look halfway decent so Beckett wouldn’t have another reason to glare at me today, when the front door opened without so much as a knock.

I froze, clutching a fork as I debated if I should go hide now or just evaporate. Beckett didn’t mind that his teammates saw me here last week, but I wasn’t sure who his visitors were today.

Definitely not his teammates. I knew so because I heard the sound of women’s laughter filling the mansion.

“Bek–bek?!” one woman yelled, her tone teasing and loud, like a sister calling for her little brother. That sounded a lot like me when I was looking for Caleb. “Where is he? Is he hiding again? I told him we were coming over.”

“Maybe he’s still sleeping,” the second voice sounded a bit raspy and authoritative, although calm. “You know how he is–oh. hello there.”

I was too busy contemplating my next move; I didn’t realize they were already in the dining area.

I gulped hard, mesmerized by the two beautiful women before me.

They both stood with confidence, as if they owned the place. Looking classy in their casual wear, and absolutely not the type of surprise visitors I was emotionally prepared for at seven in the morning.

And both of them stared straight at me.

The older woman carried herself like a queen who didn’t need a crown–sharp cheekbones, smooth dark hair pulled into a sleek, low chignon. She wore white trousers and a sage sleeveless top, stunning in a way that made you instinctively fix your posture.

Her eyes–Beckett’s exact piercing shade–swept over the dining table, then over me in my apron and worn–out shirt and jeans.

I knew I should have worn the shirt Siobhan and I bought yesterday.

Her lips curled into a small, amused smile.

The younger one looked nothing like the icy goddess beside her. She was sunshine wrapped in branded jean short–shorts and a vintage Nirvana shirt, soft, wavy blonde hair, light cherry blossom lipstick, and white sneakers that looked like they hadn’t tasted mud.

Her grin practically split her face when she saw me.

“Oh, hello there, indeed,” Lila gasped. “Mom, am I dreaming?” she whispered to the older woman beside her.

I blinked. What do I do? “I–uh-”

The older lady laughed softly, the kind of warm, elegant sound that somehow made the situation even more surreal

“This is unexpected,” she said. “Pleasant, but unexpected. You are?”

“A… Andi,” I stuttered, placing the last fork on the table, “Uhm… I’ll inform Mr. Hale that his visitors have arrived”

“Oh no,” the young one stopped me before I could walk away. She crossed the distance between us and looped her hand through my arm. “We don’t need him,” she said, “Right, Mom?”

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Chapter 27

The latter laughed.

“Tell me about you. How long have you been with my brother?”

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My eyes widened. She made it sound like I’m more than just a maid. “Oh… no,” I freed myself from her grip. “I’m just a maid here. It’s nothing like that.”

They exchanged meaningful glances, as if they were sharing some kind of joke, and I was the main character in this sitcom.

So this is Beckett’s sister and mom? Wow. Being gorgeous runs in their bloodline.

“Ahhh,” Beckett’s sister recovered. “Maid.”

I nodded, checks warming. “Yes, ma’am. I’m the maid.”

Beckett’s sister stepped closer, eyes wide with disbelief and excitement. “Do you know how many maids he’s had?”

I shook my head no.

“None!” she blurted out. “In Beckett Hale’s house? While he’s awake?”

“Lila,” Beckett’s mom warned gently, though she was smiling too.

“No, Mom, come on. This is historic.” She turned back to me. “We’ve tried hiring house help for years. Years. And he fired every single one before they even figured out where the silverware goes. Sometimes within hours!” she gasped. “He’s very, very particular.”

“I’ve noticed,” I commented without thinking, wincing. Maybe I shouldn’t run my mouth when my boss isn’t here. It might trigger his arrogance back on if he heard me commenting about things about him.

Both of them laughed, taking seats at the table as if they had been dining here all the time.

“Ohhh, these look yummy,” Lila rubbed her hands together, eyes roaming over the dining table.

Now that their focus was on the food and not me, I gathered myself and tipped my head up. “Would you like some coffee? I will inform Mr. Hale of your arrival.”

“I’d like a cup of coffee, but don’t inform him,” Beckett’s mom said.

“Me too, please.” Lila piped in.

“Okay. I’ll be right back,” I said. The kitchen was only a handful of steps away from the dining table, yet I felt relieved to have some distance from Beckett’s family. I glanced at the pool while pouring coffee into two cups. Beckett was nowhere in sight. I needed him to come down here so I could disappear already. His sister looked like she would eat me alive with those excited eyes of hers.

I heard the deep baritone of Beckett’s voice echoing from the dining table. I sighed in relief when I looked over my shoulder and saw him already sitting with his family. I prepared coffee for him too, so I could leave them with their breakfast.

Beckett was merely nodding while his mom and sister talked. Their plates were already filled with the food I prepared, and they complimented me when I brought their coffee.

“This is really good, Andi” Lila commented with her mouth full of sauteed mushrooms.

“Oh, thank you,” I said, placing Beckett’s coffee in front of him. I got a whiff of the subtle cedar in his bath soap

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Lila was the life of the conversation, so when she started asking Beckett about his previous game, I turned around, ready to leave. Lila’s question stopped me in my tracks.

“Where are you going?”

“Uh, upstairs?” I answered, confused. “I’ll start cleaning the house.”

She didn’t miss a beat. “Have breakfast with us.”

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