“Tell you what,” Lindsey said. “I’ll stay and get the costumes sorted for tomorrow’s show if you’ll let Heathcliff snuggle you while you enjoy your tea.”

“Oh, a puppy snuggle,” Nancy said with a sigh. “How could I refuse?”

“You, too,” Lindsey said to Mary. “Go get your café ready for the party. I’ll finish up here.”

“Are you sure?” Mary asked her.

Lindsey felt both of the women watching her. “I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it. It won’t take very long, and I’ll meet you over there, as I’m sure Beth will want to celebrate. She was brilliant tonight. Now shoo.”

Nancy and Mary exchanged a glance. Nancy looked like she wanted to say something, but Lindsey shook her head.

“I’m fine,” she insisted. Then she laughed when she remembered barking that same word at Sully and Robbie.

Her laughter must have convinced them. With quick hugs, they both departed along with most of the rest of the cast and crew.

Lindsey had the actors dump their costumes on the bench beside her. She inspected them for dirt, makeup or any tears before she hung them back up on the rolling racks. Dylan was one of the last to stop by.

“Are you off to the party at the Anchor?” she asked.

“No,” he said. “Robbie and I are off to the police station. The state investigator has arrived and we’re going to give our statements.”

“I’m sorry,” Lindsey said.

“It’s not as bad as you think,” he said. “My mother has been very difficult to live with for quite a while now. Maybe now she can get the help that she needs.”

“No, I meant I’m sorry that I thought you were the murderer,” Lindsey said.

“Um, what?” Dylan asked, his eyes going wide.

“Oh, no one told you?” Lindsey hung his tunic on a hanger. “I figured out that you were Robbie’s son and I thought maybe you were angry that he’d put you up for adoption.”

“You figured it out?” Dylan sounded impressed. “You are clever. No wonder my dad has such a thing for you.”

Lindsey felt her face get hot. “Yes, well,” she cleared her throat. “I am sorry I thought that.”

“No, it makes sense,” he said. “I might have hated him if he hadn’t been looking for me and if he hadn’t stepped up and helped me when I needed him most.”

“I’m really glad you’re okay,” Lindsey said. She gave him a quick hug. “If you need anything, just ask.”

“Thanks, Ms. Norris,” he said. Now his face was red.

“Oy, hands off my girl.” Robbie’s voice broke the awkward moment and Dylan turned with his hands in the air in a gesture of innocence.

Lindsey frowned. “I’m not your girl.”

“Not yet,” Robbie returned. “You underestimate my tenacity.”

Lindsey rolled her eyes. “Go on, both of you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Is that an offer of a date?” Robbie asked hopefully. Dylan glanced between them and grinned.