The supply closet was tucked into a corner backstage. Sully opened the door and yanked on a string hanging from the ceiling. A single lightbulb lit the enormous walk-in closet and Lindsey’s eyes went wide at all of the stuff crammed onto the shelves.

Half-empty paint cans, drop cloths, miscellaneous props, ladders, rolls of chicken wire and bags of plaster filled the space, with no rhyme or reason. The closet was just begging to be sorted, and Lindsey’s inner librarian clamored to be let loose.

“Whatever you need, should be in here—somewhere,” Sully’s voice trailed off doubtfully.

“Thank you.” They were standing side by side in the tiny room, which seemed to shrink the more aware Lindsey became of Sully. She would have taken a step away from him, but there was no place to go.

“So, uh, holler if you need anything,” he said. He ran a hand through his hair, leaving finger trails in the thick, mahogany curls. He looked as if he wanted to say something but thought better of it.

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.”