Holding her breath, she stepped out, heading for the better-illuminated section of the room.
Hard hands closed about her upper arms.
She started-very nearly squeaked-then once again wilted with relief as Breckenridge drew her back, closer to his large, warm body; he'd been standing in the dense shadows by the wall.
"Shssh."
The order-despite the sibilant sound, she was quite sure it was an order-shivered across her ear.
Irritated, she glanced up and back. "If you'd stop scaring me witless, I wouldn't make a sound."
For a moment, their eyes met through the dimness. Their faces were close. Then he released her and eased back. "Would you rather I'd tapped you on the shoulder?"
She humphed.
Hard hands closed about her upper arms.
She started-very nearly squeaked-then once again wilted with relief as Breckenridge drew her back, closer to his large, warm body; he'd been standing in the dense shadows by the wall.
"Shssh."
The order-despite the sibilant sound, she was quite sure it was an order-shivered across her ear.
Irritated, she glanced up and back. "If you'd stop scaring me witless, I wouldn't make a sound."
For a moment, their eyes met through the dimness. Their faces were close. Then he released her and eased back. "Would you rather I'd tapped you on the shoulder?"
She humphed.
( Stephanie Laurens )
[ Viscount Breckenridge to the ]
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