Through The Weeds (Nightshade MC Book 2) Read Online Free

nothing more than sit there. Finally she reached for her phone, dialed Buster's number. “Hey. It's me, Caroline.”
    “I know. You okay?” She heard concern in his voice, and it made tears rise in her throat.
    “Can you meet me? I'll be at the community garden on Beech in like twenty minutes. Is that good for you?”
    “I'll be there.”
    “Thank you.”
     
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    There was something about being in the garden that calmed her. Maybe it was from all the happy memories associated with digging in the dirt. Each spring she'd joined her mother and grandmother to make rows and plant seeds. It was all fresh air and sunshine, laughter and the glasses of iced tea that her mother made them.
    This spring there had been no yard to make a garden in, so she'd found this place. She got a four-by-four patch of land to do with what she wanted. The entire garden was built on a lot where the existing apartment building had been razed. Now nature had taken it back over.
    Caroline was planting carrot seeds when she heard the sound of a bike on the street. She didn't look over, she kept planting. She felt Buster standing behind her and saw his shadow over hers a moment later. “Hey.” She turned her head to him. “I needed to keep my hands busy.”
    “You said that you needed to talk?” Buster surprised her by sitting down on the grass next to her and picking up her stack of seed packets.
    “Harris came to see me. She was there to ask about Wayne. I guess the autopsy results came in or whatever because she said he overdosed. It's not a huge surprise with all things considered, but her coming there...it threw me off.”
    “She was just trying to scare you, Caroline.”
    “No offense, but that's easy for you to say. Right now, I've got a lot to be scared of. First off, I've basically lost my job and apartment. Jillian said I could stay with her, and that's great, but that's still rent. Even with my savings I....” She stopped herself. “And I'm doing nothing but complaining to you. Sorry.”
    “Don't be sorry. You've got a lot of weeds in your yard right now, that's for sure. But you're tough, you'll make it.”
    “Tough?” Caroline laughed at that. “I'm not tough, Buster. I'm just... You know what, forget it. I just thought that you should know what Harris said about Wayne. I know that she's got a real hard-on for Nightshade and she's bat-shit crazy.”
    “You're right on both accounts.” Buster tapped the seed packets against his knee. “So, what are you planting besides the carrots?”
    “Some summer squash. Cucumbers. Tomatoes.” Caroline looked over at him. “And this can't be interesting to you.”
    “Why not? I used to garden a little, but I've been busy the past few years. Haven't had time for it. There are some strawberry plants in my back yard that keep coming back year after year. Oh and the pumpkins in the trees in my back yard.”
    “Pumpkins don't grow in trees.”
    “They do when their vines crawl up the trunks and into the branches. It's true. I swear. Once they start growing, I'll show you,” he offered. “Any chance you know how to make a pumpkin pie?”
    “Sure, you open a can of pumpkin goop and...” Caroline trailed off with a laugh at the look of utter horror on his face. “Relax, of course I can make a pumpkin pie. I can make any kind of pie.”
    “How did you learn that skill?” he asked.
    “My grandmother loved to bake. She was always baking something, and she taught me. I never figured it would have anything to do with my professional life, but then I saw the ad at Baked.” Caroline concentrated on the carrots again. “Why do you ask?”
    “I believe it's called making conversation.”
    “Oh, right.” Caroline took making conversation to mean being polite. Buster was very polite, always had been. He also tipped well and asked her how she was and always seemed to be interested in the answer. “What do you normally do with the pumpkins since you don't seem to know how to