Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

My heart was in a frenzy of different emotions as I stood frozen in the middle of the room. I was confused, stunne Berle but curious as I watched Nama Laxy rose from her chair and round her Oakwood des

1 flinched when I board the double doors close. I looked behind me, searching for Cole, but he had left me alone in room with his grandmother

Traitor 1 thought we were frame already Ligh

“Come, have a seat Nana Lary brickoned thing the wean beside her on the Cleopatra couch.

“Umm, yes, Ma’am,” I breached erau der was hing else for me to do. I was trapped in the lioness‘ den, and h I felt like my feet would give out on our any

The leather seat felt unlike anything I had we sat on before. It must have been my nerves, but it felt soft, airy, like I sinking into clouds. I mcked into the couch like marshmallows placed over a fire. While my mind was stuck somewh my ass, Nana Lucy was already studying me with hre purcing pare

Her eyes were gray, intense like Beckett and Wan, as if they wanted to read my soul just by looking at me. I guess it

in their blood.

“Andrea,” she started, her voice firm, like she could command an entire room of people.

I sat taller, facing her as if I were a student called in front of the class for recitation. “Yes, Ma’am?”

“I’ll be direct,” she said, her tone dismissive. “Why are you working for my grandson?”

I blinked. So this was an interrogation. My mind had been racing with all the possible ways this conversation could go s breakfast. Now that I was here, I didn’t know what the outcome would be. Maybe my head on a silver platter.

Her question was a test, and somehow I didn’t know the answer because I didn’t have time to review my lesson. So, I wer with the first thing that came to mind. Honesty.

“Because Siobhan hired me.” I said. I don’t meet people like Nana Lucy every day, but if there’s one thing my life has taug me, it’s to follow my gut. And my gut was telling me that lying would only put me on tilt.

“You didn’t know you’d be working for Beckett?” Her tone was flat.

I shook my head so vigorously I saw stars dancing around me. “No, Ma’am,” I said. “A friend of mine told me Siobhan needed a maid for her client. I didn’t know it was Beckett until my first day at work.”

“Hmmm.” Her eyes were boring holes in my face. “But why accept? I’m sure you were warned he’s a difficult employer.”

Where is she going with this?

“He’s not the worst employer out there,” I let out a humorless laugh.

“That’s true,” Nana Lucy agreed. “But he’s not the only employer out there.”

I lowered my gaze to my clammy hands, choosing my words carefully. “He’s not, but this job pays so well, I would take it no matter who Siobhan’s client is.”

“Hmmm,” she hummed, her eyes sliding over my face as if searching for faults. “Many girls have worked at Beckett’s extate 173

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before you. All of them with ulterior motives.”

I swallowed hard. Her intentions were becoming clear, so I shook my head as if that would save me from my dem only here for the salary, Ma’am, nothing more.”

“Are you sure?” She raised an eyebrow. “I’ve seen this kind of story before. Girls wanting to trap him,” she continu marriage. Into dependence. Into romance.” She tilted her head. “Do you see Beckett that way?”

The question hit me sideways, and my reaction was immediate.

I burst into laughter. Real, uncontrollable laughter.

“Oh–oh God–no,” I choked out, covering my face. “I mean, no offense to your grandson, but I only see Beckett as who allowed me to pay for my mom’s medical bills and meds, nothing more.”

Her eyebrows lifted.

I kept rambling, unable to stop myself. “He pays well. My family needs the money. That’s it. That’s the beginning an end of it. Romance? With Beckett?” I wiped a tear. “I barely survive conversations with him as it is.”

For a long beat, Nana Lucy stared at me.

Then she laughed. A rich, delighted laugh that filled the study like bells on a church day.

“Oh, I like you,” she said, still chuckling. “You’re honest. That’s refreshing.”

I–thank you? I guess?” I said with a shrug. She was laughing now, so… does this mean I passed her interrogation?

I nibbled on my lower lip as she grabbed a glass of wine from the coffee table, then poured drinks for us. It was strange served drinks by Cole and Nana Lucy. They gave off the energy of people who always get served, not the other way are

Thank you,” I said, taking the glass with both hands. I badly needed the alcohol for courage, I regret not drinking the Cole gave me earlier.

Tell me what he did to make you suffer,” Nana Lucy asked. She was merely asking questions–curious about my answer anticipating them, even.

Should I be honest? Was this another test?

But then again, I passed her first challenge by being honest. That tactic worked, so I suck with it and wild ber everything Becker made me do, or did to me. Not everything that happened, though I kept the trailer scene so mysel

“That boy, honestly? Nana Lucy couldn’t hold her laughter in “Ahhb, no wonder those girls before you are the heaps their first week at the estate?

“I think so, Ma’am” I said, “In the dogs and Basil make vyrything tolerable. They’ve been really wek panag

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