Through The Weeds (Nightshade MC Book 2) by Shannon Flagg

been the sane Miller, but no more. Mark was dead and Joseph was bat shit crazy. The only person crazier was Smoke, who now even gave Train the creeps.
    “Get out of here. I don't even want to look at any of you.”
    “Be at the drop tomorrow at the agreed time.” Smoke's voice sounded like he'd smoked at least two packs a day since he was old enough to light his own.
    “Count on it.” Buster replied. A heavy, cold feeling settled in his stomach as Nightshade turned and left the abandoned church. He waited until they were near their bikes. “Everyone back to the bar in two hours. We need a meeting and we need some prospects. It's time to stop putting it off. Call your choices, make sure that they're there.” Buster took out his own phone, sent a text message to the one man he wanted to nominate.
     
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    Caroline looked pleased but confused when Buster walked into RBS. He went directly into Ryan's office, despite the closed door, and realized he'd caught the man watching something questionable when he slammed his laptop shut.
    “Ever heard of knocking, Buster?” Ryan looked embarrassed but Buster couldn't care less if he caught the man jerking off in his office. He'd seen worse at the bar on a Wednesday morning.
    “Sorry. I need to grab Caroline. I'll only have her gone a couple of hours. Is that a problem?”
    “No. Of course not.” Ryan replied. “It's slow around here today anyway.”
    “You still keep a gun here?” Buster asked.
    “Yeah. It's in the safe. Why?”
    “Might be a good idea to take it out of the safe. Give it a good cleaning, just in case you need to use it. Got a feeling things are going to start getting interesting around here.” Buster couldn't say much more, it was Nightshade business, but Ryan deserved some kinds of heads-up. He was one of the good ones.
    “I'll do that.” Ryan sat up straighter. “And you don't have to worry about Caroline while she's here. I'll take care of her.”
    “I know that. It's one of the reasons I asked you to give her the job.”
    “I know that you promised me a favor for hiring her but actually, you did me the favor. She's a dream. Frees up a lot of my time.”
    Buster grinned as Ryan realized what he said. “Don't worry, I know what you meant. And thanks for looking after her while she's here.”
    “No worries. Have fun.”
    Buster wasn't sure how much fun they were going to have because he wasn't really sure exactly what Caroline's feelings would be of their destination. Either way, it was something that needed to be done.
    Caroline looked up as he came out of Ryan's office. “I'm stealing you for a little,” he told her. “What are you wearing under that desk?” She cocked an eyebrow at him. “I've got the bike. I'm not being dirty.”
    “I've got on jeans and a pair of boots. I was actually going to call you in a little while and see if you wanted to give me a ride home from work. Should I bring my purse or are we coming back?”
    It wasn't lost on Buster that she didn't ask where they were going or why. She took a lot on trust when it came to him. “Leave it. I've got to bring you back. I've got a meeting in a few hours.”
    “Let's not waste time, then.”
    Buster led her out to the bike, handed her the spare helmet he made sure that he was never without. Maybe he shouldn't think of it as a spare. It was her helmet, and all that implied. He watched Caroline put on the helmet and realized he was gone for her in a way that he didn't think possible.
    “What?” She looked over at him curiously.
    “Nothing.” Buster swung his leg over the bike and waited to feel her mount behind him. She pressed her body against his, clasped her hands together as low as she could on his stomach. He heard her chuckle. “Watch those hands. I lay down the bike and that jacket isn't going to help you.” The fact that she kept a jacket at work, despite the weather, so that she could safely ride with him was enough to make him hard.
    “I'll