Josie recognized Bob Abbey instantly, having dealt with him a time or two since moving to the mountains. The slender male, with his crew cut and several noticeable scars on his face, moved with the typical smell of an aggressive pack leader. “What the fuck are you doing in my pack?” he snarled, walking straight up to Josie and then stabbing his finger into Josie’s chest. “And with one of my bitches too. This better be real damned good.” Josie focused on Bob Abbey’s thoughts more than his words. It surprised him that Bob wished Josie would have hauled ass just a little bit faster so they wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. “You didn’t refer to her as one of your mated bitches,” Josie said, ignoring the finger stabbing him in the chest and keeping his voice quiet enough that the two males lingering by their cars would really have to strain to overhear him. “And you aren’t answering my question.” Bob wasn’t scared of Josie. If anything, he thought Josie smelled a bit on the cocky side and might need to be knocked down a bit so he would learn to show some respect.
