"My ex," he muttered to Sirius, moving his lips as little as possible. A handsome, enormously muscled, red-haired man with very little neck was striding toward them. His biceps and thighs rippled and bulged out of a tight t-shirt and short shorts. A tiny, teacup Yorkie in a baby carrier was strapped to his chest. He looked like a Viking...if Vikings enjoyed tying pink satin bows on the heads of fussy little dogs.