• He lifted the arm covering his eyes and turned his head to glare at her. "I knew you were trouble the first time I saw you." "What do you mean, trouble?" She sat up, glaring back at him. "I am not trouble! I'm a very nice person except when I have to deal with jerks!" "You're the worst kind of trouble," he snapped. "You're marrying trouble."

    Linda Howard: He lifted the arm covering his eyes and turned his head to glare at her. "I knew you were trouble the first time I saw you." 
"What do you mean, trouble?" She sat up, glaring back at him. "I am not trouble! I'm a very nice person except when I have to deal with jerks!" 
"You're the worst kind of trouble," he snapped. "You're marrying trouble."
    "Mr. Perfect". Book by Linda Howard, 2011.