Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53

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The shutter dicked; the wound was fair, almost nothing, Bar And heard is, and the panse that weed in her ren made me clench my fast.

I never understood why the paparazzi pay attention to me. I wasn’t a celebrity. I am merely a totally lost ting their ‘whys‘ won’t make them disappear. Dealing with them will

It’s like Andi, and I had been in this situation before. Our movements were coordinated for wallet the

I went in front of their neighbor’s mini garden.

A camera lens peeked through the crooked wire fence of the neighbor’s garden, half–hidden by wilted but Whoever was holding it was too damn patient. Was he waiting here the whole time? Waring for Andt and me to me t

But whoever it was succeeded in his minion. They wanted the shot–wanted us framed for their story. To pan readers who’d rather spend time gowiping about other people’s lives instead of focusing on their own

I could already picture Siobhan’s face once she heard about this. She warned me that being dose to Andi woairt prot And danger. I knew what she meant, but I didn’t think that my decision would ricochet in my face this quickly

I was barely making amends with Andi, and now this happened. Stupid fucking paparazzi!

I stepped forward with determined steps. The paparazzi pulled his camera from the fence. My steps were burned Isht want to give this guy time to post the picture he took of us. It was instinct. Protecting Andi’s privacy was my only focus might

now.

“Hey,” I barked, sharp enough to carry, “Give me that camera before I sue you for invasion of privacy.”

No movements. The paparazzi were trying to buy his time. He has nowhere to go apart from where I am asing The wall behind the trailer park was ten feet high. He could run to the side, but the barbed wire fence would np through has in it he

did,

“I’m not kidding, around,” I said again, my voice firm. “I’ll count to ten before I call the cops I pulled my phone ou stop pocket. Whoever it was can see that I am not fucking around.

The photographer still didn’t move, hiding behind the wilted shrubs,

My jaw tightened. I felt it then–the familiar burn under my skin, the pressure that came when control dipped through my fingers. I hated that it was happening here, at Andi’s residence, where she hadn’t asked for any of this

This would only add up to all the reasons she’s distanced herself from me, and I can’t have that. Now that I have accepted what I feel towards her, I would do anything to protect her.

“Who is it?” Julic, Andi’s mom, murmured Her voice was low, afraid that someone would hear her. This wasn’t what I had in mind when I stepped out of the car. “Just call George. Tell him someone is in his garden-‘

“Mom,” Andi hushed. “It’s not George. I think this guy paid him off to borrow his trailer for days already”

Andi was right. I don’t think anyone in their right mind would allow a stranger to hide in their bushes like a creep

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I turned to her, immediately regretting that I had put her life in jeopardy. I wanted to protect her, to take care of her. Esther way, we are already here. I will just explain things to Andi’s mom when this is all over.

“And you two are dating?” Julie hissed. “He’s your boss, Andi!”

I wanted to take back what I said, but it’s already too late.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” I said, voice low but steady. “Not like that.”

Andi spun toward me. Her eyes were blazing now–not confused, not soft. Furious. Hurt

“You shouldn’t have said anything at all,” she hissed under her breath. “In fact, you shouldn’t have come bene

Another click. Louder this time. That did it. This man just signed his death warrant.

With my phone in hand, I dialed without looking at the screen. Not the police, but someone I would only dare rallent kind of situation.

“Beckett?” Cole’s voice was surprised as he answered my call.

“You have men in Andi’s place?” I get straight to the point and lower my voice so only Cole can hear me. Cole knew i wouldn’t call him to invite him for drinks. We are not on those kinds of terms, not anymore.

It took Cole ten seconds to respond. He was weighing whether he’d tell me the truth or not. I knew Nana had her eyes on Andi, and she would ask Cole to keep an eye out for Andi and her family for a lot of freaking reasons.

“Yes,” Cole said. “What do you need?”

“Someone just took a picture of us,” I said flatly. “I want that picture gone, and this guy interrogated”

Silence.

“My men will be there shortly.”

‘Now.” I ended the call and looked straight at the photographer.

You have five seconds to give me that camera,” I said as a matter of fact, hoping he’d heed my words. I don’t want this situation to escalate further.

‘Or what?” The fucker finally stepped out of hiding. He was full–bearded and wearing a leather jacket on this suraty day. Ne doesn’t look like your typical paparazzi, more like a private investigator.

Who are you working for?” I asked, fist clenched. If Andi and her mom weren’t here, I would have already jumped over this guy and tackled him to the ground. Probably broke his arm and camera already

He spat onto the ground as if the sight of me displeased him. “I’m just some guy who’s doing his job.

I’ll ask again, who are you working for? This is no paparazzi’s work,” I kept my voice steady. He doesn’t need to know that his mere presence here was making me question what the hell was happening.

“I said ” his eyes grew wide when he looked over my shoulder. That reaction just sealed my assumption. This guy was tho paparazzi. “You little shit,” he grunted and sprinted towards the wired fence.

Three men in jeans and shirts were walking towards us. They sprinted to where the paparazzi guy had run, chasing him as he struggled to jump over the wired fence.

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