" She took a breath, and her vibrant green gaze moved over his face, taking him in. “Then okay. We’ll do this. Together. But don’t make any more decisions no matter how logical they are if they involve me, without consulting me first.” “Babe.” His voice said it all. He was that kind of man. He knew it. She knew it. Her breath hissed out of her. “Fine, but expect my temper when you do, Trap. It isn’t going to be pretty.” “I know.” And he did "
― Christine Feehan , Spider Game (GhostWalkers, #12)