She sucked in a breath. "You're..."	When she didn't finish the sentence, he turned his head and watched her gaze drop to his mouth, which was only a few inches from hers.	"Handy," she finished softly.	"And you're..."	She smiled. "Stubborn? Annoying?"	"Set to go," he said.
Jill Shalvis, My Kind of Wonderful
cancer-survivors, contemporary-romance, ski-resort, snow