“What are you doing here?” she asked. She knew she sounded rude, but she could live with that.

“Oh, Nancy didn’t tell you?” he asked. He looked amused. Lindsey was not.

“Tell me what?”

“I’m working on the set design crew,” he said.

Lindsey stopped walking and turned to face him. “You’re joking.”

“Nope,” he said. “Nancy said they had plenty of artsy types but that they were lacking muscle, so Ian and I agreed to help.”

“You’ve never worked on the plays before, have you?”

“Nope, I’m a newbie,” he said. His blue eyes studied her as if trying to gauge her reaction. “She made us butterscotch bars.”

“So, you were bribed with cookies?” Lindsey asked. She tried not to smile and failed. She tipped her head down so he wouldn’t see her amusement.

“You could say that,” Sully admitted. “And I heard there was going to be this really pretty girl working on the costumes, so I figured since I’m single . . .”

Lindsey’s smile vanished. Who was working on costumes? She glanced over at the table with a narrowed gaze. The only other woman under the age of fifty working on wardrobe with her was Mary, who was not only Sully’s sister but also Ian’s wife. So it couldn’t be her. Then it hit her that Sully might be talking about her.

She turned back to face him, trying to figure it out. He had a small smile playing on his lips and he gave her a small nod. She felt her eyes widen in surprise. He did mean her!

“I have to go check back in,” she muttered and hurried over to her seat.

“How did it go?” Nancy asked as she slipped into her chair.

Lindsey blinked at her.

“With Beth?” Nancy asked. “Did she give a better reading with you there?”

“Oh . . . uh . . . yeah, it was great,” Lindsey said.

Sully took the seat across the table from her, and Lindsey tried to pretend she didn’t notice him. It was like trying to ignore an electromagnetic field. She could almost feel her hair standing on end due to his close proximity.

She shook her head, trying to shake off the feeling. She and Sully had run into each other a few times since they’d broken up—or more accurately, since he had broken up with her—and they’d always been very polite and courteous. Of course, they also hadn’t lingered to talk to one another for very long.

She usually made sure to stay in motion when he came into the library so that she didn’t have to do more than give him a cheery see-I’m-fine-since-you-dumped-me smile. Working with him on the play, however, was going to make it a little more difficult to avoid him, but she would just make sure she stayed busy.