“Rusty Fielding,” she says. “What else don’t I know about you?” Don’t hold back. "You wanna find out?" She runs a finger over the side of her mouth. "The way you turn that charm on is seriously disarming." She walks over to the passenger side of the truck and climbs in before I can get the door for her. "What are you doin'?" I ask when I open my own door. "Finding out."
