hlessly. Over there was the long side of the Circus and over that way was the river, but she didn't know what this temple was."That's the Temple of Ceres, Liber, and Libera." It came out oddly husky. His eyes were fever bright."Who?""Ceres, Goddess of Grain and Agriculture. Liber Pater and Libera, very ancient Italian god and goddess. She and Liber Pater celebrate a sacred marriage."Margo found herself swallowing hard. "Really?""Why join during the Ludi Ceriales. That's about twenty-two days from now."The whole city beyond Malcolm's bright eyes was spinning in her awareness. "Do Roman gods do anything besides make love?""Not in the spring." He was very close to her. His smile-and that answer-did wicked things to Margo's insides. The way the corners of his eyes crinkled, the way his hair, fell across his forehead in an unruly curl, the way he took her questions seriously even when laughter made his eyes sparkle-even the sharp masculine scent of him-Everything about Malcolm Moore set her blood pounding. l don't care if this is all there is, I don't care about scouting, I don't care about anything, oh God, let him kiss me .....s though he'd heard her silent prayer, Malcolm bent toward
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