Bryson's POV
I feel weird that this stranger knows my name, but I take his hand politely anyway. His grip is firm and confident, the kind of handshake that screams money and privilege.
"I'm Marcus," he says, his tone easy and friendly.
I wait, bracing myself for him to mention Julian or bring up whatever tension I saw between them at the mall. Instead, he casually drops something that makes my stomach clench.
"That sharp woman you just put in her place? That's my mother."
I stiffen, my hand still caught in his. "Oh. Shit."
Marcus laughs, a genuine sound that catches me off guard. "Relax. I'm not here to defend her honor or anything."
"You're not?"
"Hell no. I thought it was hilarious watching someone finally stand up to her." His grin widens. "She's been getting a
