The Knight of Ambra by Lyn Brittan

Brant I loved him a lot:
         "Are you going to yell at me for crying?”
         He squeezed one of her fingers between two of his. “I might yell at you for the cramp in my hand, but... hey... stay,” he said, curling his fingers around her pinkie when she tried to withdraw. “My hand’s cold and a little shaky, too."
Brant may think he wears the pants in the relationship when really it's his woman, "money.” She slapped his chest with a stack of fifties. “Go buy yourself something pretty, and get out of my light." I loved that Brant teased his woman he seemed at ease at those times, "ow! Don’t pinch. I’m just teasing. Nah, I figure any predators here are used to people— tourists, wandering locals, drug runners, whatever. And I reckon we made enough noise to keep any primates entertained. Still, I could use an hour of shut-eye." I enjoyed this book lots of action, romance and then there was Brant.