He left the room and headed back toward the loading dock. Lindsey stood in the doorway and watched him go, feeling forlorn.

“So, it’s the boat captain,” a voice said from behind her.

She turned to see Robbie standing behind her, watching Sully walk away. He took a long drink out of the water bottle in his hand.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said. She turned back to the closet, feeling the heat of embarrassment warm her face.

“You have a thing for the boat captain,” Robbie said. He followed her into the closet. “That’s why you’re so resistant to my charm.”

Lindsey said nothing, but began to dig through the shelves for supplies. This did not deter Robbie, who kept talking as if their conversation was still going.

“I can’t say that I blame you,” he said. “He really is a handsome lunk, but he doesn’t say very much, does he?”

“He doesn’t have to,” Lindsey said. She could have kicked herself. Now it sounded like she was agreeing with him.

“Oy, so I’m right!” Robbie said. “Still, he doesn’t have my accent or my celebrity aura . . .”

“Or your wife,” Lindsey added. She found a small roll of chicken wire and put it aside.

“Kitty?” he asked. “We haven’t been husband and wife, except on paper, for years.”

“Which would explain why your girlfriend is here, too,” Lindsey said.

“You’ve been researching me,” Robbie said. He grinned at her as if pleased. “That means you’re interested.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Lindsey said. “It means you have a lot of fans in town who want to know about you, and as the librarian, I get to do their research for them.”

“Well, your research is out of date,” Robbie said. “My girlfriend and I broke up ages ago.”

“And yet she’s playing Hermia, while your wife plays Helena. Given Shakespeare’s love triangle between Hermia and Lysander and Demetrius, which is then complicated by Helena, wouldn’t it make more sense for you to play Lysander or Demetrius?” she asked.

“But I’m such a Robin Goodfellow,” he said.

“And you all get along while doing the show?” Lindsey asked.

“Of course; we’re professionals,” he said. He took another long sip off of his water bottle, and Lindsey noticed it was a special brand of coconut water. So Hollywood.

“Robbie!” Violet’s voice called from the stage. “We need you!”

“Sorry, love,” he said. “Duty calls, but we can finish this discussion later.”

Lindsey shook her head. She loved how he didn’t phrase it in the form of a question. Before she could call him on it, he was gone.

She continued searching the shelves and had put aside a good amount of materials for the donkey’s head mask when she heard raised voices outside of the closet.

It did not sound as if it were a part of the play. In fact, it had all the intensity of an argument, and she hesitated to leave the storage room and walk into the middle of an awkward situation.