Caris sat with Virgil and Boone both flanking her at the Bryant Law board room, and they were facing down Amber, Mick, and Virgil’s sister Erin.
“Your mother is not here?”
“No, my mother is in the Caribbean doing something depraved with Garth’s money,” Caris held her grandmother’s eyes steadily.
“I would have thought she’d be here to try to get a cut.”
“Nope, though I encouraged her to cash the cheque you wrote. You were early after all.”
“Hm,” the woman grunted. “I like you, Caris.”
“Am I supposed to be flattered?”
Caris felt Boone’s leg flex beside her and knew he was trying not to laugh.
“You’re a smart woman. What were you doing with Malachi Blackwood?”
“This would be your business why?”
“You are my business. In under eight months you become the controlling stakeholder for Hy
