"I assume you have a plan," Owen said to George. "Will you tell me about it, or are you expecting me to just nod at whatever you say?"
George glanced at the packhouse in the distance. "Ana believes that you stepped in to protect your mate. We will go with that. Dawn is your mate who is working in my villa."
Owen saw so many holes in that story. "I am sleeping in the barracks. I spend days at the training grounds and with the guys, and we are not exactly close. When did I find time for a mate?"
