Chapter Thirteen
Maisie
I stared down at Beck’s boots. They were sticking out from under my truck as he checked out the situation with my oil filter. Battered, worn black leather boots was all they were. Yet, they were somehow part of everything he was. He was so casually masculine, I doubted he ever thought about it. Coming from California, I’d seen plenty of brand-s******g new leather boots made to look as if they were worn. I doubted those kinds of boots were even sold here in Alaska. Vanity wasn’t much of a thing around here. I’d guess Beck probably blew through several pairs of boots like this every year.
He was rough, rugged, and so quintessentially alpha man, it was almost ridiculous. He shouldn’t get to me the way he did. I mean, guys like him surrounded me day in and day out at
