"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."