Chapter 230: Hostile Visitors

"Sorry, gorgeous, this heap doesn't have seat belts right now. So hold on tight, okay?" Nash Johnston climbed in and flashed Annie a wicked grin. Her lovely face blanched, and she nodded. "All right, here we go." He flicked the wheel and threw the car into a drift. Annie let out a high, piercing scream. She latched onto Nash's arm, clinging to him like she was trying to climb into his lap. He breathed in her scent. It wasn't perfume or powder. It was her natural scent-the warm, clean smell...