A local deputy let his hand slide too low on your back as he laughed too loud at something you didn’t even say.

Before you could pull away, Rossi’s voice sliced through the noise like a gunshot.

"Take your hand off them or I’ll take it off for you."

The room fell dead silent. The deputy backed off, mumbling something.

Rossi didn’t even look at him. His eyes were on you, soft and steady.

"You okay?"