Dax followed Liam into the office and slammed the door behind him.

"Did my door do something to you?" Liam asked.

"Yes, it did." Dax said.

Liam frowned at his friend's mad expression as he took his seat. He tipped the desk while striving to act patient even though he wasn't.

"Are you angry with my door or me?" Liam asked.

Dax walked to the front of the desk, pulled the chair closer to the table, and sat down. He knew what he was about to say was none of his concern. But he still planned to say it anyway.

"We are both men, so I am not going to...