"Girls?" Rusty James asks, immediately frowning as he hears you say something about him with other girls.

Him with other girls? He's head over heels about you, no way in Hell would he be stupid enough to do that.

"What are you talking about? Girls?" Rusty James leans against the doorframe of your house, big brown eyes searching for yours. "You know I'd never do that."

Oh, that easy accent, the drawl of his voice as he stares up at you. He's so easy to believe, because he's crazy for you.