" Jacques moved across the meadow, high above the gleaming wires. Water danced off the thin strands like crystal droplets. He moved around the blackened ruins in a slow circle, looking for the entrance hidden in the ground. It bothered him that he didn’t know exactly where it was, or that the others might know before him. It made him feel as if he were ill, totally incompetent.
Soft laughter sent warmth curling through his body. Since when have you ever been incompetent? You made me crazy even when you were lying allegedly helpless, in bed. The first time you kissed me, I forgot my own name. That is not incompetent.
Jacques found the tension easing out of his body. Shea had a way of doing that for him with just the sound of her laughter, her warmth. "

― Christine Feehan , Dark Desire (Dark, #2)