Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

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“Andi, are you sure about this?” Caleb asked as we reached Siobhan’s building the next day. He hid behind the pretense of helping me with my bag, though I knew he had an agenda. When I told him about Siobhan’s offer, he blatantly opposed my decision. The too–good–to–be–true salary and the vagueness of this client’s identity didn’t sit well with him. “Ronnie already agreed to allow me a two–hour shift a day, with night differential.”

“Caleb.” I sighed and paused before the entry. “We talked about this. I’ll be fine. And I promise to leave at the first sign of danger.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Define ‘danger.“”

A solemn wind swept by. Our abusive father had tarnished Caleb’s innocence. He’d already seen the dark side of this life. and I couldn’t blame him for worrying.

“I can handle myself, Caleb,” I assured him. I don’t tell Caleb what happens at the bar. He’s an overprotective brother, and I don’t want this burden on his shoulders. “And you’re on speed dial 1.”

He shook his head, not satisfied with my answer. “Shoot me a message every day.”

“Yes, big bro,” I rolled my eyes as I opened my hand, asking for my bag hanging from his broad shoulders.

My bag wasn’t even that heavy. Five pairs of clothes and a few personal belongings, but he insisted on carrying it for me.

“I want to meet this Siobhan so I know who to hunt down if something happens to you,” he stated firmly. If anyone heard him now, they wouldn’t even think he was on the brink of tears at the hospital just a few days ago. He sounded like a man sending me to work abroad.

“Caleb.”

“Andi.”

“Fine. I’m going to be late.” I grunted.

His grin was blinding. I wanted to wipe it off his face, but it warmed my heart to know how much my brother loved me unconditionally. I wasn’t alone.

Lena was watching me as I entered the building. From the quirk of her eyebrows, there was no doubt she’d been watching me and Caleb this whole time.

“Good morning,” I smiled meekly at her, glad that we might be working for Siobhan, but I didn’t have to be under her scrutinizing gaze every second of the day.

Her lips curled. “She’s waiting for you,” she said, dismissing me by dropping her gaze back down to her computer.

‘What did I ever do to her? Why do I feel like she hates me even if she doesn’t know me!

“Thanks.” I made my way to Siobhan’s office. My hands were as wet as a riverbed as I entered I didn’t know why I was so nervous. She had already hired me.

This time, I was wearing jeans, a shirt, and my sneakers. A few strands of my hair slipped out of the ponytail. If she was surprised at the big difference in my look yesterday, she didn’t show in

“Good morning.” I greeted as I closed the door behind me.

“Good morning. Have a seat,” she said, offering the chair in front of her desk.

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“Thanks,” I said, rubbing my palms over my jeans as I sat down.

“You look nervous,” Siobhan commented.

“Just a little,” I admitted honestly.

She tilted her head to the side. “I hope it’s not because you’re having second thoughts.”

I shook my head vigorously, my hair swaying wildly. “Gosh, no. I need this job.”

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She sighed with relief, which actually surprised me. Was she afraid I would turn down this job? I would be crazy to do that. but why the relief?

“Then let’s get to the paperwork.” She pushed a blue folder at me, then placed a pen above it.

I reached for the folder and blew out a breath as I opened it. The first paper was a contract. Everything we talked about was in writing now. Then the NDA. As my signature dried on top of my name, I closed the folder and slid it back toward Siobhan.

“Now that it’s final, do you want to know who’s going to be your employer?” she asked as she picked up the folder and tapped it on her desk.

“Who is it?” I leaned back in my seat.

“Do you love baseball?” She threw an odd question.

The mere mention of that game turned my face sour. I pursed my lips and shook my head, surprise registering on Siobhan’s face as I said, “No.”

“Really?”

“I hate baseball.” I couldn’t stop the distaste in my tone. Last night, the game between the Hawthorne Bay Mariners and the Brighton Reapers ended with our hometown team losing. Despite the loss, I still saw Carter throwing a flying kiss to his girlfriend. It made me sick until the end of my shift.

“Oh…” Siobhan seemed torn because of my answer. Was it necessary that I liked that game? “That’s great then,” she said with newfound satisfaction. The quick shift in her expression confused me. “Because you’re going to be working for a very popular MLB legend.”

Legend? So he’s not in the league anymore? That was a relief, but I felt the need to guarantee Siobhan that my dislike for the game wouldn’t affect my job. “I can work for a baseball player, and I assure you, I know how to mind my own business.”

The drive upstate was long, but I enjoyed it. I hadn’t been to this side of Hawthorne Bay, and the winding coastal road plus. Siobhan’s love for classic music made the long drive tolerable Siobhan let down the windows, and I liked the warm any of the coast kissing my cheeks and caressing my skin.

The estate appeared after a winding road lined with palm trees. At first, I thought we had entered a forest reserve until the black iron gates–tall and heavy–revealed themselves. The security station at the gate recognized Siobhan They exchanged. pleasantries while I stared at the name etched in curled script on the arch Grayson Estate.

The gates unlocked, retreating smoothly to the side and paying the way for Siobhan’s car

Inside, the driveway lined with palm trees stretched forever, gravel crunching under the tires as manicured hedges rolled past. Then I saw it—the house. No, scratch that, a mansion carved from pale stone, with tall windows that caught the sunlight and a roofline that stretched like a crown. It sat proudly, untouchable, as if it had witnessed countless lifetimes of

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nobles who had buried their roots into this very ground.

“Oh… wow,” I whispered before I could stop myself.

Siobhan’s gaze flicked to me, amused. “Beautiful, right?”

“That’s an understatement,” I muttered.

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She chuckled. “This place is huge. I don’t want you getting lost and wandering around. It happened once, and we had search. parties looking for that silly girl.”

I giggled. “I don’t think that would happen to me. My uncle taught me the basics of hunting, so if I ever get lost. I will find my way back.”

“That’s good to know,” she said. “But I still wouldn’t want you wandering around. There are bears in this area.”

“Got it. Can you tell me now who’s gonna be my boss? The suspense is like an itch I can’t scratch.”

“Why don’t we just meet him face to face, yeah?”

She pulled to a complete stop in the large parking area in front of the mansion. I felt so small as I stepped out of the car.

The air outside was clean; I felt my worries calming away just by filling my lungs with this fresh air. I gripped the handle of my bag and inhaled a heavy breath, sighing at the note of birdsong and the faint scent of pine.

This way,” Siobhan said, walking away from the massive front door. I trailed behind her. The tips of her stilettos dug into the gravel as we reached the paved path.

It was clear she knew her way around this place. We finally reached the garden, and there was a man standing in the middle of the field behind the mansion. He was in the middle of throwing a ball across the field, two golden retrievers and a husky waiting on the other side, sprinting as the ball flew into the air.

We only had the man’s back profile. His black shirt and gray joggers stretched to the maximum to accommodate his toned physique. And when he turned around, I recognized him instantly, even if I said I hated baseball.

Beckett Hale.

The face I’d seen on posters in Caleb’s room, the one on headlines at the grocery store, the one I’d ignored because it wasn’t part of my world.

Siobhan was watching my face as reality sank in. I blinked at her as I felt my cheeks burn. I hated the game, but who didn’t know Beckett Hale? He was still playing, but his Hall of Fame ceremony had been on the lips of every news channel for the last three years. Caleb had been following his career since he was nine years old, and I wouldn’t hear the end of it once he found out I was working for his baseball hero.

He stood in the middle of the field, tall, broad–shouldered, his hair a mess of dark strands that should’ve looked careless but somehow looked intentional. His jaw was hard, shadowed with stubble, and his eyes–God, his eyes–were a storm Coll unreadable, like I was already fired before I could even so much as lift the vacuum.

“What the hell is this?” His voice was low, rough, striking like thunder across the field.

I was already on the brink of hiding behind Siobhan as the wolf taunted us with his angry stride Siobhan didn’t even thinch. “Good morning to you too, Baby Beckett. This is Andrea Wilson Your new housekeeper.”

His gaze was razor sharp, slow and precise, a blade being unsheathed. He looked me up and down once, setting me under his microscopic lens, and I felt my heart crawling up my throat.

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“No.” he said simply. “I told you to stop meddling in my life.”

My stomach dropped at his hostility.

“Are you forgetting its my business to meddle with your life?” Siobhan reminded him with a businesslike sigh.

“You’re fired.”

“You’re not the one who hired me.”

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His thick eyebrows knitted together. “I don’t want your strays in my house, Montgomery.” He folded his arms across his chest, thick eyebrows furrowed. “Save us both the headache and take her away with you.”

For a second, I couldn’t breathe. I was right there, not even inside the damn house yet, and already being tossed aside like garbage.

But Siobhan stood her ground. “I already deposited her salary. It’s not refundable.”

I whipped my head toward Siobhan, eyebrows questioning. She winked at me, and my hands itched to pull out my phone and check my balance. Would I really find something more than zero in there?

His jaw ticked, his eyes narrowing. “I’m not paying for this shit.”

“She’s staying, Beckett,” Siobhan sang.

“Not in my damn house.” His response was tight.

I saw it then–the attitude, the reason no one lasted in this job. The client was a dick. I swallowed hard, my heart punching against my ribs. I wanted to shrink, to disappear, but at the same time, something hot flared in my chest. Six grand. Mom’s meds. Caleb’s books. Food on the table.

I couldn’t afford to be tossed out like trash.

So, I squared my shoulders and met Beckett Hale’s turbulent gaze head–on. “Then you’ll have to deal with me,” I said, even though my voice shook. “Because I am not giving back what’s already on my bank account.”

Maybe it was wrong to set down an attitude when he’s already hostile, but it’s too late to take it back. His eyes darkened, something unreadable flashing across them. Then the three huge dogs came running across the field, one golden retriever holding a yellow–green ball in its mouth.

“Beckett. Siobhan clasped her hands on my shoulder as the said golden came running past Beckett toward Siobhan and me “Beckett. Stop your dog now!!!” Siobhan shrieked.

I merely stared at the dog as it dropped the ball before me, sitting on its haunches and wagging its tail, waiting for rue to play with it.

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