Ryker squeezed the bars as he stared at Liam’s ex-wife. Why had he never thought of her? All of it made sense. The woman was a genius and had worked in a pharmaceutical lab as a research scientist straight out of college. No one could make Liam believe she was a cock-chaser even after she disappeared with her lover seven years earlier. “You’re the Wizard.” “What a horrible nickname. I’ve always detested it. As if I would wear a pointed hat and purple robe.” One darkened eyebrow lifted. “I must say you’ve grown into a fine looking man, scars and all. That black patch actually gives you a romantic flair. Give you a puffy shirt, tight pants, thigh-high boots, and a rapier—I would have a real live musketeer in my bird cage.” Ryker looked up. The bars at the top curved up to a point. Damn him, if he wasn’t in a bird cage. “You were all skin and bones back then, but now . . . oh, my . . . how you’ve filled out.”
