Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 52

-Andi-

My brain was working overtime to catch up with this conversation. First, he says that that kiss didn’t feel like a mistake fo him, and now he wants to do it again?

Am I dreaming? But the warmth of his touch underneath my chin was so damn real. And so did the seatbelt bite into s palms. So, I know the answer to my question.

“What the fuck has gotten into you?” I blurted out before I could fully process everything that’s happening. Damn the Is he really trying to mess with my head? Because he’s so damn good at doing that.

He smirked, and it made him look three times better than he already was. And Beckett Hale was one damn hell good wor of a man. Those girls chasing him would agree with that.

“Nothing is wrong with me, Andi,” he said. There was a glint in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before. Since yesterday, I could that I witnessed different shades of Beckett Hale. He’d been romantic, sweet, and caring, and now he’s trying to burn ine with that smolder.

He’s pinning that smolder on me!

I almost forgot that he still had his hand on me. His fingers move, and the rough pad of his thumb swipes over my lips. Hi gray eyes followed the action, and I had to swallow the tightness that coiled around my throat.

“I’m simply being true to myself,” he murmured. “Now that you’re not working for me, all bets are off.”

“What kind of sick game is this, Sir?” I say with a frown, still unconvinced that I am the person he intends to be at the receiving end of that statement. “I’m out, so why are you still torturing me?”

His response was instant, and the spark in his eyes only intensified, as if what I said only excited him even more.

“Oh, but I’m not, Andi,” he says, grinning like he knew something I didn’t. This had been his game since the day we met. messing with my head, forcing me to do what he wanted. At first, he wanted me to get out of his sight, out of his estate. No he wants me back? And if I don’t go back, he’ll kiss me again?

He could see the indecision and confusion his actions were doing to me.

“I mean it. Now that I’m not your boss, you’re a fair game now. I can see what Nana saw in you now,” he murmured meaningfully, his thumb still sailing over my lips.

I can’t find the strength to push him away. He was crossing the boundaries again, but the butterflies swirling crazily in my stomach were proof that I liked his touch. This was one of the reasons I left in a hurry last night. Beckett and I were teeterin on dangerous territory, and only one of us didn’t have the strength to set foot in that territory.

“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering why he was inserting Nana Lucy into this conversation. I still remember my conversation with his grandmother, and I don’t remember anything that would have led to this scenario

He shook his head, stared at me for another ten seconds, and then sighed, pulling back his hand and shumping back in his seat. I was left blinking at the windshield, gazing over the winding road and the waves crashing onto the shoreline at the foot

of the mountain.

“Where should I drop you off?” he asked. His voice was back to its cahn and leveled tone. Wasn’t he just holding me seconds ago? What was that all about?

“Drop me off?” I echoed, sounding dumber for not understanding a word he said. In fact, I don’t understand everything be’s

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doing, dammit!

“Yes,” I murmured, his hands clutching the steering wheel again. “You and Siobhan were gring somewhere?

I cleared my throat. “Ah, yes. She’s dropping me off at home before she goes to her office. I lay cont

He didn’t say another word and put the car in motion, shoulder–checking as he reversed and rerouted the direction of the vehicle back to the city.

I gaze out the window, looking at myself in the shy light. There’s a crease in my forehead that won’t go away and there’s question in my head that I didn’t want to say out loud. Beckett was driving me home Once I step out of these wat ger d of him for good. At least he wasn’t insisting that I go back into his mansion and work for him again, right That&For trying to focus on.

Neither of us said a word during the drive. A suffocating tension hovered over us, or was it just me Becken we tober different state now. He was in the mood to turn on the music in the middle of the drive, and I had to admit it and ton tension in my shoulders. I was calmer when we arrived in my neighborhood.

The familiar broken road, stray cats and dogs sleeping on sidewalks, and vendors settled in each corner of the street. The wasn’t the city anymore; it was my home. Then the construction site came into view, and dust already settled on the hond of Beckett’s car as he parked in front of the trailer park.

The sight of our humble trailer house calmed my weary mind. I am grateful that no matter how small our houses. I can still come home to it, whatever happens.

I turned to Beckett when he killed the engine, only to frown when I saw him slide out of the car and open my door for me He had that man on a mission look again when he looked down at me as I stepped out of the vehicle.

“Thanks,” I said, my tone dry and devoid of emotion. I’m happy that this is finally over, but I am still recovering from the shock of everything that happened.

I walked forward when Beckett didn’t say anything. But I stopped again when I heard his footsteps following me.

“What are you doing?” I hissed at him, looking around us for the paparazzi. They would catch my face on camera now, in broad daylight, if they were still around.

Beckett grinned, not at me but at something behind me. Or someone. Mom was waiting in front of our home, holding a watering can. Beckett was already walking towards my mother, leaving me behind, confused. I glared at his back as he reached Mom. They exchanged a few words, and Mom gasped.

‘Now what?‘ I sighed and stomped towards our house like a petulant child.

“Andi,” Mom whispered, and Beckett stared at me with a knowing look. “Is this true?”

“What did you do?” I grunted at Beckett.

She shrugged so innocently that it made me want to strangle him.

“That you had to resign from work because you two are dating now.” My poor mother couldn’t believe the words that came out of her mouth.

I glared at Beckett with clenched fists. He crossed a huge line by saying that to my mother. And just in time, I saw a camera pointed at us from our neighbor’s mini garden.

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