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asked, grasping.
    “Sometimes. But rarely.” He smiled, his hand reaching across the table to hers.
    The touch of his fingertip across her skin sent her head swimming. Instinct told her to pull away. He was having too strong an impact on her senses. The wine was probably already getting to her. In what she hoped was a casual gesture, she lifted her hand, took a piece of bread from the basket, and then took her time spreading the creamy butter.
    She took a bite and almost moaned as the warm bread melted in her mouth. Obviously, she was on sensual overload.
    “What about you?” he asked. “How do you spend your time during the day, and night?”
    The way he was looking at her, his direct gaze pulling her in, she could barely keep her thoughts straight.
    “I work at the university.” Had he somehow nudged closer to her? She could swear she could feel him. His body heat. His energy. She set her nearly empty wineglass down on the table and picked up her glass of ice water. She had to restrain herself from pressing the cold glass against her burning forehead. But damn, his scent, masculine and spicy, was making her head spin.
    Hermes refilled her wine. “At the university? As a professor? Which area of study?”
    He seemed truly interested, which made him even more appealing. If that was possible. “I’m in the History department. In Greek Studies.”
    “Oh?” A shadow flitted across his eyes, and then he smiled quickly, erasing any sign that it had ever been there.
    “In fact, I heard you and your friend talking in Ancient Greek. I was curious about that. It’s not a language anyone uses anymore. How is it you are so fluent?”
    He leaned back in his chair, staring at her, his hand rubbing his jaw. “Eavesdropping were we?”
    Heat flamed her cheeks. “Uh, well, no. Not really. It’s just . . . ” she stammered, trying to gather her wits. “It just doesn’t happen every day that one hears someone speaking Ancient Greek. Especially since the language has been dead for at least 1,500 years.”
    He smiled. A wide, brilliant smile that instantly put her at ease. Before she could say more, the waiter arrived with a large tray filled with food. He placed a plate filled with an impeccable white fish stuffed with crabmeat and shrimp and drizzled with a white cream sauce in front of her.
    Her mouth watered. “Wow, this looks amazing.”
    The waiter nodded his approval and quickly left them. She took a bite of her food and lost all coherent thought as her taste buds ignited with pleasure.
    “Do you like it?” Hermes asked.
    “Can’t you tell?”
    “Let’s put it this way, you look like you’re in heaven. It’s a look I enjoy seeing.”
    “I am.” She grinned. “Beyond fabulous.”
    He stared at her as if he couldn’t tear his gaze away.
    “What?” she asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
    “I think we have a lot in common,” he claimed.
    “Oh?”
    “We obviously both have a love for all things Greek.”
    This time it was her turn to smile. “I wasn’t eavesdropping. Really. I wasn’t close enough to make out more than a few words. I was just fascinated to hear it spoken by anybody other than a Greek scholar. You aren’t, are you? I mean a Greek scholar.”
    Hermes laughed. “No, nothing of the sort. But Triton and I, we needed a secret language when we were kids. And since we both grew up bilingual in English and Greek, we figured it couldn’t be all that hard to learn Ancient Greek, as our own code so to speak. We found some old books and voilà, we learned it!”
    She gave him with a doubtful look. “You must have been two very smart kids.”
    Hermes grinned. “Extremely smart. So, did you understand any of it?”
    “Yes. The little I could hear.” She smiled.
    He was so much more than a beautiful face and hot body. He was beginning to fascinate her. His turn of phrase, the way he carried himself, the way he looked at her as if they were the only two people in the room. All of these