Mackenzie’s throat tightened. This couldn’t be happening. Hunter’s words hung between them like a swinging blade. One wrong word and she knew she would be chopped. Did he know? Was he testing her?
She swallowed, hoping to wet her dry throat, wishing she already had her caramel cappuccino in front of her to do the job. Or water. As it was, her own saliva didn’t seem enough. Play it cool. That’s what she needed to do. He didn’t know who she was or why she was there.
“I think Marshall is quite a common name,” she said carefully. Her knuckles whitened where she clasped her hand together on her lap, out of sight. “You are not related to everyone called Wex in the city, are you?”
Across the table, Hunter leaned back, his gaze almost predatory. He tapped his fingers on the table in a nondescr
