Through The Weeds (Nightshade MC Book 2) by Shannon Flagg Read Free Book Online Page B

without judging. As much as she was growing to love Jillian, her friend wasn't exactly supportive when it came to Buster. Caroline didn't get Jillian's attitude towards Nightshade, and she wasn't sure that she wanted to. She wanted to just enjoy what she was feeling with him, what he made her feel.
    Caroline passed the halfway point of her route, an old abandoned church that gave her the creeps every time. She turned back around, started for home. She heard a motorcycle coming up on her before she saw it. Her increased heart rate had nothing to do with the running. Maybe it was Buster, though she highly doubted it would be. What were the odds? And when the bike passed, she saw it wasn't him.
    The bike was all blacked out, no shine to it at all. The rider was also dressed in black, with a full face helmet. Caroline caught sight of a patch on his back: black, silver and red. She's never seen it before. In fact, it gave her such a sour feeling in her stomach that she couldn't maintain her pace. Caroline breathed in and out deeply.
    She was just walking now. The sour feeling had caused a stitch in her side. She kept her pace brisk but she no longer cared about clearing her head with a run. Instead, she just wanted to get to Jillian's, to get home and feel safe.
    A few blocks later, the stitch was gone, so she started to run again. The eyes that she felt on her had to be her imagination in overdrive. Even so, she made it back to Jillian's house in record time. She slowed down, took the stairs two at a time. As she fit her key in the lock, she heard the unmistakable rumble of a motorcycle engine. Caroline's hands shook but she managed to get the door open. She slammed it behind her, pressed her body against it and trembled. The engine slowed but didn't stop. Caroline risked a peek out the window but only saw the back light. “Shit.”
    “Caroline, you okay?” Jillian's voice made her jump and scream just a little.
    “Fine. I'm fine,” Caroline said hurriedly. “I got myself all freaked out, convinced that someone was following me.”
    “Maybe running at night isn't the best idea for you,” Jillian pointed out. “I was just about to smoke a joint. Care to join me?”
    Caroline had smoked before but she didn't indulge often. “Yeah. I think that I need a glass of wine, too.”
     
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    “Ms. Anders, it's a pleasure to meet you.” Ryan Richards, owner of the local building supply company, extended his hand with a wide smile. “Come on and sit down. I'm glad that you were able to come by.”
    Caroline had put in the application at RBS right after Baked had been beaten to death. She'd assumed when she hadn't heard back that the position had been filled. It was a prime position with weekends off, regular work hours and a small office. The duties were pretty basic, Caroline knew that she could do the job in her sleep if given the chance, she just hadn't expected that she'd get that chance. “I was glad to hear from you.”
    “I've looked over your resume. I'm impressed. Clark and Sons is quite a well known law firm, and you worked with them for nearly six years.”
    “It was a great company. I left because I needed a change.” And she'd needed space from the son in the title but that was besides the point.
    “I gave 'em a call. Can't be too careful these days. Got to check references.”
    Caroline kept a smile on her face and wondered what he'd been told. As far as she knew, her former best friend was still the head of Human Resources. “Of course.” She began to wonder why the man bothered to call her down.
    “I'm going to go out on a limb and say you and the woman I talked to had some issues.” Ryan consulted a paper in front of him. “Kimberly Clark?”
    “You could say that.” Caroline was starting to become confused as to where this conversation was going. “Mr. Richards, I...”
    “Call me Ryan. All of my employees do.” He smiled at her. “I know a bitter bitch when I hear one. I don't put any