Rob knew that he was already the speak of Kinraddie, and taking a lass into his barn in the rain wasn't going to do much more damage as it was. And as for her- well, she wouldn't be around to listen to it, anyway.
"It must take you an awful long time to get here," he said, as if that was the strangest thing. He gave the barn door a shove open and let her go inside. It was a simple area for storing farming tools- scythes and a spades and sacks of corn waiting to be milled, the floor covered in straw, the rain battering loudly against a tin roof.
"Oh. I'm Rob, by the way. Robert Duncan," he told her a little late.