Josie
“Dad?” I stood.
His jaw clenched and his hands balled at his sides. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“It’s okay, Duncan. This is important. It’s about Jacob.”
Dad was indifferent. “So you decided to contact the world’s sloppiest bounty hunter behind my back?”
Conan stepped forward, and I hurried to hold his arm. He stopped and watched me out of the corner of his eye.
“I have an impeccable track record. You’re wasting our time,” my mate said, jaw clenched and muscles tight.
“You don’t know who I am.” Dad lifted his chin.
He really was wasting our time. Who knew what the Alpha Heir was going through?
“I don’t give a rat’s ass who you are.”
“Conan,” I hissed.
“What is the meaning of this, Josie? Why are you… What is this?”
“She’s my mate. That explains everything,” Conan replied be
