It was Connie's turn to stare, and she did so in disbelief.
He continued to stare at Adrienne while he spoke to Brandon.
When he continued to stare at her, she added, "And neither am I."
Oblivious to her frozen stare, his black eyes fixed on Bordeaux as he dashed for cover.
She gave him a cold stare, knowing her face was getting red.
She twisted to stare at a large, wiry man with a whip-like body and a face that would scare Freddy Krueger standing in the middle of the apartment, her cat in one arm and the litter box in the other.
"You gonna talk or stare?" he challenged.
She twisted to stare at him.
The girl continued to stare at her.
Dean continued to stare at her, waiting for further explanation.
He just smiled and waved, with his efforts earning a blank stare from the redhead.
When Carmen continued to stare at her, she threw her hands in the air.
She realized they weren't totally in stare down mode; they were talking through their minds.
Speechless for a long moment, she did nothing but stare at him.
Katie turned to stare at the little boy, who beamed a smile.
She'd never left the country and couldn't help but stare in wonder at the romantically lit Arc de Triomphe.
Several people stopped to stare or skirt them as Rhyn padded through, and one startled gasp drew his attention briefly to a stairwell.
He listed a few items, none of which she heard as she continued to stare at the paper.
She tried hard not to stare at the men.
Dressed in dark clothes with dark hair and olive skin with a dark stare, he was both riveting and frightening.
Gentlemen don't stare at ladies' unmentionables.
He watched, but stood too far away to tell if she had the blank stare of someone being influenced.
He returned her gaze, hoping she would back off, but she continued to blatantly stare, then finally dropped the mask.
Katie glanced at Carmen for support, but Carmen continued to stare at her plate.
When she continued to stare at him blankly, he shook his head in disbelief.
Tell me why you always stare at that map whenever I call.
In the valley below, the old house seemed to stare at her with blank eyes, as if it too was trying to avoid seeing something.
Katie continued to stare at her.
For a moment he continued to stare at her, and then a smile slowly worked its way across the tortured features.
All Carmen could do was stare at her.
Her body's aching response to his direct stare and nearness took her by surprise, and she inched back.
Taran released him and turned to stare hard at Sirian, whose calm features hid any emotion he might feel.
She met his accusing gaze with a cold stare and continued wiping the skillet.
Carmen continued to stare at him.