Violet was watching him and said, “I want you to have it checked by a doctor.”

“Will do,” he said.

“You might want to keep it elevated, and ice it to keep the swelling down,” Beth said. “I think we have some ice in the machine in the concession stand.”

“Excellent,” Violet said. “Could you get him an ice pack, Beth?”

“And, Robbie, for the rest of tonight’s rehearsal, you are chair-bound. Milton, could you grab a chair from backstage?”

Lindsey watched Robbie wince as he took a step in the direction of the side of the stage. She hurried over and took his arm and draped it over her shoulders.

“You really shouldn’t push it, you know.”

He looked at her and his face cleared and his dimples deepened when he grinned at her.

“How do you know I wasn’t just using my prodigious acting skills to see if you cared?” he asked.

“You wouldn’t!” she said.

“Wouldn’t I?” he asked.

He looked at her and for a second Lindsey was sure he could see all the way into her soul. She blinked and looked away. Then she shook her head and laughed.

“You are the only man I’ve ever met who would use an injury as an opportunity to flirt.”

He winked at her and Lindsey felt her face heat up. She was not going to succumb to his charm, she told herself, even as she realized that she genuinely liked Robbie as a person.

“Probably, you should sort out your wife-girlfriend situation before you try to add any more women to your life,” she said.

He sighed. “I’m not very good with the closure portion of relationships.”

“Clearly.”

He looked at her and grinned. “But I’m unrivaled at beginnings.”

Milton arrived at the side of the stage with two chairs, one for sitting and one for leg propping. As Lindsey helped Robbie into a chair, Beth arrived with the ice pack.

As Lindsey stepped away, she saw Sully had returned without Lola and was watching her with a frown. She felt a flash of guilt and then shrugged it off. Helping an injured man was nothing to feel guilty about.

As she went to leave the stage and go back to her worktable, Robbie grabbed her hand and raised the back of it to his lips.

“Thanks, love,” he said.

Lindsey felt her face heat up again, but only because she knew that Sully was watching them. She glanced back to where Sully had been standing, but he was gone.

When she turned toward Robbie, she saw a twinkle in his eye and said, “You like trouble, don’t you?”

8

“Me?” he asked. He blinked his green eyes innocently at her.

“Yes, you,” she said. She was not buying what he was selling.