TanzieCary Grisham is more petite than I’d have expected, considering how big her brother is.
She cuts an imposing figure, though, as we pull up on the bike. Arms crossed over her chest, she scowls as we roll up. She’s rather pixie-like, really, with a head of short dark hair that shines in the sunlight. Her sunglasses are dark and her skin is perfect and just slightly sun kissed.
Grisham takes my hand as we hop off the bike. I smooth my dress and hair, nervous.
“That look is not about you,” he says quietly. “It’s for me. Out last conversation did not end well and she’s been giving me the silent treatment ever since.”
We head up to the front porch of the house, a modest little place that does not scream of the wealth that Grisham has amassed. Cary takes off her sunglasses to reveal blu
