Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 77

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Now that the adrenaline from Sloane’s attack had worn off, I felt everything. Her physical attack and her insults, all of them carved a deep wound in my chest that even Beckett’s careful hands can’t tend to.

I feel it too, Beckett, I wanted to voice out, ‘this pull between us when we are this close to each other. The warmth that erupted when you touched me, even if it was just an innocent wound tending… I feel it, but we both know we can’t act on these feelings, right?”

There was a ghost of a smile on Beckett’s lips as he continued rubbing ointment onto the scratches in my face. “You’re smiling.” I pried quietly. “Why are you smiling?”

He doesn’t hide it from me. “Because I liked seeing you fight back. I mean, I don’t want you fighting anyone soon, but it was nice to see you stand up for yourself.”

He wasn’t upset that my actions probably added another layer of problems he needed to solve? Sloane is not just anyone. She has a huge number of followers. One interview and she could ruin me, just like Carter.

“Like a wildcat,” he added, chuckling as a memory crossed his mind. I have no doubt it was the altercation between Sloane and me. “All teeth and claws.”

Oh, my god! Is he really laughing at what I did? “You’re insane.”

“Maybe. But you’re my wildcat.”

My. That two–letter word strummed a heartstring in my chest. Some part of me wished that were true and wondered what it would be like to be really his.

Beckett’s smile was soft, and his eyes… goodness, those eyes were melting the walls I surrounded my heart with like it was laser cutting through ice. He needs to stop looking at me like that, like his world revolves around me. If he so much as glances at me the same way one more time, I don’t think I can contain these feelings that I have for him anymore.

I feel my pulse skyrocketing as Beckett’s thumb brushes my lips. There was wonder in his expression, questions, and I was afraid to ask what he was thinking. Desire cackle between us, like an electric charge that made the air between us flammable, and when he dropped his gaze on my lips, I swallowed hard to moisten my parched throat.

Is he going to kiss me?‘ I clenched the edges of the counter as my heart raced in my chest. I think he’s going to kiss me. Oh god, what do I do?”

Panic bubbled in my chest, but there was no way that I could escape this situation. I was sitting on top of the kitchen countertop, and Beckett was standing before me. I would only fall into his arms if I jumped down.

To my surprise. Beckett sighed and dropped his hand, releasing me. I should be relieved that he wasn’t gonna kiss me, bu why did this dismay and disappointment crowd my chest?

Beckett picked up my hand, and he stared at my fingers. There were remnants of my fight with Sloane under my fingernails. Dirt, a little bit of her makeup. There was probably blood and skin in there, too If the detectives put me under investigation they will find me guilty beyond a reasonable doubt But Beckett doesn’t look appalled Instead, he picked up the cutton balls with alcohol and started cleaning my knuckles.

Did I punch Sloane at some point earlier? I wasn’t sure anymore All I know now is Beckett can be crally gentle if he wants

10. 10.

“How about your wound?” Beckett asked.

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1 blinked at him, my mind going blank. But Beckett carefully reached for the hem of my shirt. I circled back to the thought of my wound from the alley. I had forgotten I was wounded before Sloane attacked me, and I don’t even feel pain on my side. Must be the adrenaline and all the anger Sloane had drawn out from me.

I allowed Beckett to roll my shirt up so he could examine my wound. His lips pursed as he saw the fresh blood on the gauze covering my side.

“I’m fine.” I explained, “really. I don’t feel any discomfort.”

He looked unconvinced, but he still removed the gauze and cleaned the fresh blood that oozed from the cut. Once he was satisfied with his work, he started gathering the first–aid kit back into its red box. He disappeared through the bathroom again and emerged with a towel in his hand. He tossed the towel over his shoulder as he faced me.

“Are you hurting anywhere else? Do I need to bring you to the doctor?” Beckett asked as he picked up the salmon on the floor. I had totally forgotten about the fish in question.

“Uhm, no. I’m fine. I’ll do that.” I jumped down from my seat and went to help him. He raised his hand before I could kneel down and shook his head. “But… that’s my job,” I reasoned as I frowned down at him.

“You just finished defending our home from the enemies; you need rest,” he cajoled, and I chortled. I didn’t know Beckett Hale threw jokes once in a while.

I let him be. This was his house, and he could do whatever he wanted, including commanding me, that is.

“You go over there and sit down,” he tipped his chin towards the barstools that were still tumbled over the floor.

I picked them up and sat on one, mesmerized by how comfortable Beckett is in moving inside the kitchen. He discarded the salmon and opened the fridge, pulling out ingredients one after another. It shouldn’t surprise me anymore if he knew how to cook. His family owns a chain of restaurants all over the world, and his mom is an excellent chef.

“What are you making, sir?” I asked with a pinch of teasing in my tone.

“Patience, my lady. Let me surprise you,” he shot back with a smirk, then turned around, his broad shoulders rolling smoothly as he started chopping his ingredients.

‘My lady? Is this the Beckett that I met over a month ago? If not, where did that arrogant boss of mine go?

Allowing myself to enjoy this side of him, I kept the conversation flowing. “When did you start playing baseball?” I asked when I already knew the answer to that.

He was already throwing balls before he could even learn the alphabet. His dad was the one who inspired him to play. Again, I know this because I’ve already done my research on him.

“Since I can remember” be answered honestly “My dad was the one who taught me how to play”

“And where is he now, your dad?” I wanted to know, making the most of this chance that he opened this topic. There was not a single picture of his father online. Not even a mention of his name.

“I still see him once in a while,” he explained vaguely. I sensed he was closed off to this topic, so I moved on to the test one the one who just walked out on us

“And Sloane? She said She is your girlfriend I trailed off. “Is there really something between you two

Beckett opened the stove and started cooking From what I gathered, he was making a pasta dish. “She was my best friend’s little sister. I had been looking after her since she was a teenager

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more about his past.

“Yeah. Her brother passed away nine years ago in a car accident. he started. “It was his dying wish that I look after his sister They were already orphans, so if I didn’t look after Sloane, the system would.”

“Ohh.” I hummed. Their connection was too deep. but I still don’t get why Sloane would say that she was Beckett’s girlfriend “Are you her legal guardian, or something?”

“What?” Beckett looked over his shoulder. “No. I searched for a family who would adopt her and called in a lot of favors. ! had to make sure she was in good hands.”

I tilted my head to the side, my curiosity getting the best of me. “But why would she claim she’s your girlfriend“”

Beckett sighed, as if this conversation was wearing his patience thin. He turned around while wiping his hand. The look on his face was one of utter confusion and discomfort. I thought he was going to tell me to shut up, but it was the other way around. “I actually don’t know, Andi. he said. “Sloane was a troubled kid, and at some point. I had to bail her out of jail I had never given her any ideas that she is more than a little sister to me.”

My lips pursed. “She sounds obsessed with you.”

That is the right word.” he agreed. “But I hope this incident will set the record straight. This was my fault you know. I should have done this a long time ago.”

I feel for Beckett. Somehow, Carter and Sloane have similarities. They can’t take the hint that we don’t want them messing with our lives anymore.

“I don’t think it is.” I offered. “Like you said, we can’t control what other people think. or do.” I added. “They will do whatever they think is best for them. like what we are doing right now.”

He nodded, agreeing with me. He opened his mouth to speak, but his phone rang. His frown was deep as he read the name of the caller on the screen. “It’s Siobhan.”

I love Siobhan, but every time she calls or visits, it’s always to solve another problem.

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