She closed the door softly behind her, and Lindsey forced herself to get back to work. It was a relief to have her brain taken up with concrete matters like dispensing the budget and cataloging old issues of newspapers and magazines. Lindsey found it very comforting to be able to instill order in at least one part of her life.

• • •

“You will bend to my will,” Lindsey muttered. “Or I will use the snips on you.”

“Do you find that threatening chicken wire makes it more pliable?”

Lindsey whirled around to find Robbie standing behind her. He was grinning, and she tried to ignore the way it made her heart skip. She was determined to maintain a healthy boundary with the actor.

“Well.” She cleared he throat. “I tried bribing it with the immortality of being a donkey’s head, but that didn’t seem to work.”

“Perhaps it finds the prospect of life on Brian’s buggery head more than it can bear,” Robbie said. He was holding his usual bottle of coconut water, and unscrewed the cap and took a long drink.

“I inadvertently overheard your tiff the other day. Brian seemed unhappy with you,” Lindsey said.

“He thinks I slept with his wife,” Robbie said. “Ridiculous!”

“So you didn’t?” Lindsey asked before she could think better of it.

He gave her an exasperated look. He crossed his arms over his chest, and she noted that his long-sleeved T-shirt sat well on his broad shoulders.

“Is that what you think of me?” he asked. He wasn’t smiling now; Lindsey wondered if she had hurt his feelings.

“You do have a reputation,” she said.

“Most of which I haven’t earned,” he said. His green eyes studied her face and he leaned close and whispered, “Now, if I could earn the reputation of being the plunderer of pretty, blonde librarians, well, that’s a reputation I could live with.”

A small squeak came out of Lindsey’s mouth, which she tried to cover with a cough. His grin was decidedly wicked now, and she had the sinking feeling that she was in way over her head.

“Lindsey!” a voice called from behind her.

She turned to find Sully striding toward them. Robbie straightened up, and Lindsey felt a hot heat fill her face. Again, she had a twinge of guilt, which was ludicrous, since she and Sully were no more.

“Yes?” she asked. She hoped she sounded casual but judging by the flat stare Sully was giving her, she didn’t.

“Nancy sent me to find you,” he said. “She’s holding a meeting for costumes in the back room.”

“Oh, that’s right.” Lindsey turned back to Robbie. “Sorry, I have to go.”

“That’s okay,” he said. “We’ll talk more later.”

How did he make such a simple sentence sound so laden with innuendo?

“All right,” she said. She turned back around and went to pass Sully, who fell into step beside her.