Usually, when a man leaned up to whisper in her ear, it was something enticing, or at the very least funny—not a request to leave her own bar. "Outside?" Rose repeated blankly. "I—only for a moment, I suppose it'd be all right—"

She raised an eyebrow, settling her hands on her hips. "Unless you'd like to continue charming the Sheriff, in which case, be my guest, Mr Hesker."