“No,” the big bodyguard grumbled, interrupting. “It’s my fault. I should have shot him ages ago.” Crew and I both stared, and I know my husband had the same thought. Should we laugh? Darius wasn’t known for his sense of humor. And the big man’s threat, considering his line of work, was real. Until a slow smile spread across his face. “I was kidding. You can relax.”