Shannon looked up at him and raised her eyebrows. "What...?" she asked, feigning confusion because it was easier that way.
Usually, Shannon could read men like a book. The way she saw it, for the most part, they were simple creatures. They operated in one of three ways: pervert, asshole, nice guy. Once in a while there'd be a combination of those, but more often than not, they fell into one category or the other. The problem now was that Shannon couldn't easily fit the Dean peg into any of those holes. Not even a combination one.
And the expression on his face was even worse, because it looked like he was trying to break down the walls she'd just carefully reconstructed around herself and Shannon didn't like that. What business did he have doing that, now? He could be her friend and not know everything, so where did he get off looking at her like that? She couldn't decide if she wanted to kiss him again or slap him across the face out of sheer frustration. Luckily for her, she was very good at looking neutral when she wanted to be.