Tyson approached Daniel slowly, like he might a rabid dog. Daniel was sitting on one of the weight benches with his back to the door. Tyson was under no illusion that Daniel hadn't heard him come in. The tension in his security chief's shoulders told him otherwise. Though Tyson outweighed Daniel by a good eighty pounds and topped him by several inches, he knew the other man could take him out within seconds with his bare hands. Even at a disadvantage. There was a reason Tyson trusted ...