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

make a pie?”
    “Shoot them,” he replied without missing a beat. “With a bow and arrow. Have you ever shot a bow?”
    “Me? I've never shot anything besides a water gun or a video game.”
    “Well, if you want, I'll show you how to use the bow so you can shoot some pumpkins, too. It's pretty fun. You do like to have fun, right?”
    “Who doesn't like to have fun?” Caroline countered.
    “Miserable people don't like having fun,” he replied. “In fact, they tend to suck the fun out of everything and everyone around them.”
    “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
    “I knew from the first time I met you that you weren't a miserable person.” Buster leaned back and rested his weight on his hands.
    “How?” Caroline stopped planting and shifted so that she could see him better. It really was a great view. He had a headful of dark hair and a full beard to match. His eyes were nearly as dark as his hair. There were fine lines around the sides of them. If she had to guess, she'd put him in his mid-forties, which was about ten years older than her.
    “Do you remember the first time that we met?” His voice drew her out of her thoughts. He smiled and Caroline was forced to look away. “I bet that you don't.”
    Caroline remembered. He was hard to forget. She'd grown up just outside of Detroit, so she'd heard stories of Nightshade from the time she was a teenager. She remembered the thrill of her and her girlfriends when as teenagers they'd seen the men riding on the highway. “I remember.” He'd come into Baked on gray morning when all she'd wanted to do was go home and get back in bed. The sight of him had woken her right up.
    “So do I. I knew right then. It was in your smile. It'd be nice to see that smile now.”
    Caroline felt a quiver go through her entire body. “If I didn't know better, I'd think that you were flirting with me.” She felt her face flush even at the words. Flirting had always been like a foreign language she couldn't quite master no matter how hard she studied.
    “I'm pretty sure I am flirting with you. Pretty sure that you're immune to it, though, because I've been working at it a while.” He was smiling at her. He had a great smile, but it was his lips that caught her attention. They always did.
    Caroline knew that she needed to say something. Anything, but the words wouldn't come. She tried but stuttered so badly she wanted to be swallowed into the earth out of complete embarrassment. He watched her the entire time and looked amused. If he laughed at her, she would die. She was sure of it.
    “I'm going to take your silence as you having not realized that I was flirting with you. Let me guess, you thought that I was being nice.” Buster shifted on the grass so he was close enough that she could smell the scent of him. It wasn't cologne. It was the smell of leather and something else. Something that made her want to lean into him and take a greedy bite.
    “Something like that.” Caroline was glad that her voice was back to normal. “Exactly like that, actually. I really don't know what to say.”
    “What if we discuss it tonight? Have dinner with me.”
    “Are you cooking?” Caroline felt her heart beating against her chest. She wouldn't be surprised if he could see it.
    “No,” he replied. “I was thinking this little Italian place I know, it's just outside of town. It'll be a nice ride.”
    “We'd take the bike?” Caroline had only ridden once, the night before with Edge. It had been exhilarating and terrifying at once. She wanted to do it again. Something told her that she'd enjoy writing with Buster more.
    Buster's smile grew wider. “Is that a yes?”
    “It is,” Caroline replied.
    “Of course we'll take the bike. We're going to take it right now so I can get you home. I've got to get back to work.” He rose to his feet and held out his hand to help her up. Caroline decided that her seeds could wait another day. His hand was large, his fingers just a little bit