Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 6

I feel Siobhan’s fingers digging into my shoulder, loosening when she realizes the dog wasn’t in attack mode, but actually in a playful mode. Her heavy sigh of relief blasted on the back of my neck as she released my shoulder. She stepped out of hiding and glared at Beckett.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Siobhan spat.

“Me?” Beckett’s long stride quickly erased the distance between us, and if I thought he was jaw–droppingly hot when he was in the field. he’s terrifyingly beautiful up close.

Caleb’s posters don’t do justice to how sharp his jaw was and how soft his messy brown hair was. His eyes–goodness, those eyes–they were like two balls of gray fire melting me like butter when he looked my way. His broad shoulders looked endless, and his fit chest and thighs could barely fit inside his shirt and sweats. This man wasn’t human, but an artwork of the gods.

“Did you see me command the dog?” He struck back at Siobhan as the retriever and husky trailed behind him, their tongues lolling out. “Maple, give me the ball,” he commanded the dog sitting before me.

Maple merely wagged her tail; her tongue lolled out as she panted. She wasn’t taking those pretty brown eyes off me.

“Maple.” Beckett murmured, his voice a little sharper now.

Maple looked over her shoulder and whined, then picked up the slobbery tennis ball she had placed in front of my sneakers. She went to Beckett and placed the ball in his open palm, her tail wagging as she waited for him to throw the ball again.

“At least someone is happy you’re here, Andi,” Siobhan teased as Beckett rolled his shoulder, throwing the ball in the field. The three dogs ran towards their yellow–green target again, leaving the three humans to deal with the issue at hand.

Beckett sneered, his nose flaring as he slid a gaze at Siobhan and me. “Stay out of my way,” he ground out.

My palms itched with the urge to snap back, but the six grand Siobhan said was sitting in my bank account clamped my lips shut. I would choose Mom’s meds, Caleb’s tuition over my pride any time of the day.

Beckett skirted past Siobhan towards the mansion just in time for the three dogs to come back, the husky biting the tennis ball as he sped away from the two retrievers.

Maple, the one with the heart pendant on her collar, barreled towards me, but the high–pitched whistle from the house redirected her run. The dogs ran past us and toward Beckett, his eyebrows knitted together in one tight bushy line.

“Don’t take it personally, Andi,” Siobhan murmured as we watched the door of the mansion slam shut.

“I’m not, I assured her, hiding the scratch Beckett’s prickly attitude left on my skin. “I’m here for work, not to make friends.”

Siobhan hummed, as if she could see through my lies. “Let’s go. I’ll show you where you’re staying.

I walked with her through the side of the mansion. We followed a walkway lined with trimmed hedges and endless fields of flowering plants. Whoever was taking care of the landscape was doing a pretty good job. This mansion was picturesque, and I was in awe the more I saw of it. It’s sad that there were no human beings to enjoy the beauty of this place. We saw only one soul along the way–Basil, the fifty–year–old gardener. He had a warm smile when Siobhan introduced us

There were now two souls who gave me a warm welcome: Maple and Basil

Siobhan’s heels tapped against the stone path while I trailed behind her, clutching my bag right on my shoulders, my sneakers crunching on gravel unul the garden gave way to a stretch of an Olympic–sized pool. It was framed with smooth stone tiles that glowed in the late morning sun. Lounge chairs and white umbrellas lined one side, like something out or a

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magarine. Sobhan led me to the small structure tucked into the corner of the pool area.

This is where you’ll be staying. Sobban said, as though she were a real estate agent giving me a tour of the house

Leuven begin to think that I would have my space along with this job. As I stepped inside the pool house, my heart was karate chogue game my ribcage.

The scent of lemon was distinct in the air. It smelled of everything that I couldn’t afford to dream of staying in not even in my wildest dreams Our trailer back home smelled of mildew and burnt coffee. This smelled like someone else’s life one

asiver spoon at birth

I was biting my lip so hard reprimanding myself for liking this place so much. This isn’t mine, and I am here to work, nor

for a vacation

A small kochenette sat against one wall with white cabinets, a little sink, and a counter that looked too pristine ever to cook on. Beside in, a compact fridge hummed quietly Across the room, a neat sitting area with a cream–colored sofa and a round coffee table waited as if it had been set up for a magazine shoot

The bedroom was pinched into the corner–small but warm the bedspread crisp and gray, the kind you’d be afraid to wankle. A window on the side of the bed looked out onto the pool, catching glimmers of light off the water and scattering them across the walls

My throat went right. This was more than I had ever had. Our entire trailer could fit inside here twice over.

“It’s cozy, right?” Siobhan said casually, as if she hadn’t just handed me a gift. “Close enough to the house that Beckett can call on you far enough that you’ll have privacy.”

I nodded quickly, still gawking. This is… this is really nice.”

Her lips curved into a smile. “I’m glad you like the perks that came with the job, but I hope you’ll stay long enough until Beckett finally decides to return to the city?

“Uhm. “I chose my next words. “Can I ask why he’s staying here? The postseason will be starting soon, right?”

Siobhan smirked a teasing smile on her lips. “You don’t like baseball, huh?”

Warmth blanketed my cheeks. Siobhan might have been kind to me, but we were not friends who shared secrets I can’t share that my hatred of the game just started a week ago.

“Beckett is my brother’s hero,” I said.

“I bet he’d be over the moon when he finds out who you’re working for.”

“I can tell him?”

“I don’t see a reason why not. Siobhan murmured “Just don’t tell him about his daily activities and what food he eats” she cajoled

Oh.. I can’t wait to see Caleb’s reaction once he finds out about this.

“You know, Beckett is not always like this,” she said, a faraway tone in her voice. “He’s just in a tight spot right now, Andi Siobhan was speaking from a friend’s point of view, and not as Beckett’s manager. He’s dealing with something he doesn’t want the world to see. So please be patient with hum?

I nodded, my shoulder stiff with courage. “I will. Siobhan. Thank you for this opportunity

“I’m counting on you.” She clasped her hands together, then looked around the house “You have everything you need here.

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If you have questions about the house, ask Basil. You can call me as well.”

I’d been meaning to ask her about the money in my bank account, but I didn’t want to push my luck.

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When Siobhan left, I stood another minute to take in the place where I’ll be staying for the rest of my job here. I was in the middle of checking out the contents of the kitchen cabinet when I heard someone scratching at the door.

When I opened it, Maple was sitting on her haunches, the tennis ball wedged in her mouth, tail wagging, eyes bright, as if she’d already volunteered to become the welcoming committee–even if her master doesn’t want me here.

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