Liam shoved the door open so hard it banged against the wall, then strode inside, pacing the floor like a man on the edge.

“Zero percent. Zero fucking percent.” His voice was loud, cutting through the room. “That’s what you should’ve told me when I asked the chances of me liking him.”

I closed the door quietly, watching him pace. “Calm down, Liam. At least get to know him before writing him off.”

He turned toward me, eyes burning. “I’m not interested. How long have you ...