She blushed and raised one eyebrow. Her arched brows, brown winged liner, rosy blush, and glossy peachy-nude lips caught the light as she tilted her head, half amused and half wary, as if she could not decide whether to be flattered or to walk back into the snow.
"Smooth."
She tasted the gravy, froze and made a face.
"Okay, who made this gravy?"
He was suddenly nervous. The towel on his shoulder slipped an inch.