His eyes narrowed just a little. He didn't believe Lucy Charms warranted such a harsh reaction. It hadn't been a long pregnancy, but he had been there for all of Maryanne's. And if he didn't know better Claire had worn the same scent triggered puke face.
Dean's jaw went a skew just a little as he looked her over from behind, as she seemed transfixed on the meager contents of the near empty icebox. "Alright." Did he go with her story though? Or did he call her on her bullshit. "I'm more of an eggs and bacon guy myself." Yeah there was no hiding the doubt in his tone. And she had been pretty quick on picking up on his bullshit.
Oh hell. "But really?" Would she spill? Would she run?