After a while, Striker's evening presence became routine. Without the worry of sinners breaking in to steal my plants, I began to notice an ease in my anxiety. To top it off, my new Lavender Jones plant had been doing well in veg.
"You have a way with these plants, huh?" Striker asked, leaning over my shoulder as I was transplanting clones into larger pots to accommodate their roots.
Shrugging, I replied, "I suppose I do."
"What do you do with them after they're harvested?" He continued, one long finger reaching out to brush a small leaf on one of my Clementine transplants.
"I have wholesalers who buy from me. Beyond that, I don't know how they distribute it. It's not really my problem."
After the product left my grow, I didn't want to know where it went. It was a headache I wanted no part of. Shiva, and now Striker, kept the outside problems at bay.
"Correct me if I'm wrong," Striker mused, "But you don't seem to like people very much."
"What was your first clue?" I smiled wryly, getting to my feet and brushing the dirt off my jeans. Brushing past him, I walked outside to feed Shiva.
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Big Cats and Cowboys | A Striker x Reader Series
RomanceWhen sinners kept risking their necks to sneak into your grow, you decide to up the security. That is when you meet a handsome, if not slightly terrifying, cowboy. From the creator of Dancing with Danger and Shadows and Sinners. I do not own Hellu...
