Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45

-Beckett-

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Dinner flew by like a breeze. Smooth and slow, and I had forgotten to watch my calorie intake. It wasn’t the food. I’d eaten here before, and I knew for sure it tasted the same. It wasn’t the view, because I’d brought the guys here before for late–night drinks. And it certainly wasn’t the weather. It was pretty warm tonight.

It was my date.

She was the reason my belly was full, and my cheeks were aching from all the smiling and laughing I did all through dinner. That alone should’ve told me how far gone I was.

Since I was so damn full, I suggested a walk along the bay. I told myself it was to help digest the food–to stretch my legs and cool my head–but I knew none of that was true. I needed a distraction from ogling my date.

We walked ambly down the paved path. The night air was warm, carrying salt and the faint hum of the city winding down. Streetlights and restaurants illuminated the bay walk, reflecting on the water like sprinkles of gold.

We hadn’t gone far when she stopped short.

“Ohhh, can we get ice cream?” She breathed, sounding like a very excited kid spotting an ice cream shop.

The ice cream shop sat near the corner of the bay walk, its lights bright and cheerful, the windows fogged from the cold inside. The store was designed to attract kids inside.

Andi turned to me, eyes lighting up as if I had just offered her the moon.

“Can we?” she said, her voice holding wonder–pure and unguarded.

I stared at her, blinking. She had suddenly turned into a kid from being a grown woman just seconds ago. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen someone look that happy over something so small.

“You want ice cream?” I asked, already knowing the answer. Honestly, who could say no to those hopeful eyes?

She nodded quickly, then froze, biting her lip as though she realized how random her request was. She raised a hand, dismissing it as red flared in her cheeks. “You know what? We don’t have to-”

I was already walking toward the shop.

‘Sir, wait!” She trailed behind me as I walked into the ice cream shop.

Inside, she hovered near the menu as if she were reviewing for a board exam, reading every line twice. I stared at her instead of the choices–the way she leaned forward, the way her brows knit in concentration, the way she batted her lashes at me when she realized we’d been standing there too long, and the cashier was already wearing an awkward, annoyed grin.

“What can I get you?” the cashier in a blue sailor uniform asked, particularly asking Andi. I guess he could see this wasn’t really my idea. It was apparent in the energy of our enthusiasm.

Andi didn’t notice his unwelcoming tone. “Uhm, Birthday Cake in a cone,” she said, bouncing on her heels once, then turning to me. “You?”

I didn’t want one, but she caught me red–handed staring at her. So, I looked up at the menu board behind the counter and said the first flavor I read. “Cookie dough.”

“We will have them in cones,” Andi made sure the cashier knew.

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Chapter 45

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-Beckett-

Dinner flew by like a breeze. Smooth and slow, and I had forgotten to watch my calorie intake. It wasn’t the food. I’d eaten here before, and I knew for sure it tasted the same. It wasn’t the view, because I’d brought the guys here before for late–nig drinks. And it certainly wasn’t the weather. It was pretty warm tonight.

It was my date.

She was the reason my belly was full, and my cheeks were aching from all the smiling and laughing I did all through dinne That alone should’ve told me how far gone I was.

Since I was so damn full, I suggested a walk along the bay. I told myself it was to help digest the food–to stretch my legs a cool my head–but I knew none of that was true. I needed a distraction from ogling my date.

We walked ambly down the paved path. The night air was warm, carrying salt and the faint hum of the city winding down. Streetlights and restaurants illuminated the bay walk, reflecting on the water like sprinkles of gold.

We hadn’t gone far when she stopped short.

“Ohhh, can we get ice cream?” She breathed, sounding like a very excited kid spotting an ice cream shop.

The ice cream shop sat near the corner of the bay walk, its lights bright and cheerful, the windows fogged from the cold inside. The store was designed to attract kids inside.

Andi turned to me, eyes lighting up as if I had just offered her the moon.

‘Can we?” she said, her voice holding wonder–pure and unguarded.

I stared at her, blinking. She had suddenly turned into a kid from being a grown woman just seconds ago. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen someone look that happy over something so small.

‘You want ice cream?” I asked, already knowing the answer. Honestly, who could say no to those hopeful eyes?

She nodded quickly, then froze, biting her lip as though she realized how random her request was. She raised a hand, dismissing it as red flared in her cheeks. “You know what? We don’t have to-”

I was already walking toward the shop.

‘Sir, wait!” She trailed behind me as I walked into the ice cream shop.

Inside, she hovered near the menu as if she were reviewing for a board exam, reading every line twice. I stared at her instead. of the choices–the way she leaned forward, the way her brows knit in concentration, the way she batted her lashes at me when she realized we’d been standing there too long, and the cashier was already wearing an awkward, annoyed grin.

“What can I get you?” the cashier in a blue sailor uniform asked, particularly asking Andi. I guess he could see this wasn’t really my idea. It was apparent in the energy of our enthusiasm.

Andi didn’t notice his unwelcoming tone. “Uhm, Birthday Cake in a cone,” she said, bouncing on her heels once, then turning to me. “You?”

I didn’t want one, but she caught me red–handed staring at her. So, I looked up at the menu board behind the counter and said the first flavor I read. “Cookie dough.”

“We will have them in cones,” Andi made sure the cashier knew.

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I was lost in her eyes, in her natural beauty. One touch. Just one fucking touch.

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My hand moved on its own. I brushed her hair back behind her ear, the way I’d wanted to since the drive, since the moment she’d said my name without a title. Her skin was warm under my fingers, growing warmer the longer she held onto me.

I was holding her too close–close enough to feel her breath on my face. Close enough that one more inch would cross a line I wasn’t sure I could come back from.

She was breathing heavily, as if she could also feel the sudden tension that hovered over us. The air cackled, and everything around us faded into the background. Nothing mattered but the two of us.

The sun was setting behind her, painting her skin in gold. The ocean breeze curled around us, warm and heavy. Every romantic cliché had lined up perfectly, daring me to fall for it.

I leaned in before I realized I was doing it.

Her breath hitched, then she swallowed hard. Her voice was shaky, soft, and unsure. “Sir?”

The word cut through me like ice water. I froze and pulled back just enough to let air into my lungs. Just enough to breathe. released her carefully, my hands lingering a second longer than they should have before dropping on my side. I ran a hand hrough my hair and let out a short, disbelieving chuckle, trying to ground myself in something–anything–that wasn’t her.

Only then did I notice my shirt.

A mess of pink, white, brown, and sprinkles smeared across the front, melting fast—a complete chaos. Both cones lay bandoned on the pavement, casualties of whatever the hell had almost happened.

Well,” I said, gesturing vaguely at myself, “this is a disaster.”

Her laugh was soft and nervous as she stepped back, arms wrapping around herself as if she were still steadying her balance.

I should… uh… change,” I added, already retreating toward the car before I did something reckless. “I’ll be right back.”

I turned away before she could see the truth on my face. We both needed the space to breathe, to gather our thoughts. We were both dangerously tipping off the edge.