Chapter 108: A Storm Was Brewing

"You..." Nash Johnston had just been about to snap, You shameless girl, what are you trying to pull? Jessie Ryder cut him off. "Shut up. Give me a piggyback ride." Nash nearly blew a gasket. For crying out loud. What were those mile-long legs of hers even for? Broad daylight, and she wanted the Medicine King to haul her around? Humiliating. Mortifying. But her scent drifted over him, warm and clean, and her body, pressed to him, felt soft and yielding. In the end, Nash swallowed his pride. Fine....