“Oh, I think Lindsey has patched me up just fine,” Robbie said. His eyes were still on Lindsey and he made no move to rise.

“Sorry, Violet’s orders. Here let me help you,” Sully said. He didn’t wait for Robbie to stand but hooked him under the arms and hauled him to his feet.

“Thanks, mate,” Robbie said, although Lindsey noted that he sounded more annoyed than grateful.

“You should have a doctor look at it, just to be on the safe side,” she said. She stood beside them, clutching the first aid kit to her chest.

“After you,” Sully said. He nudged Robbie in the direction of the stairs—and he was none too gentle about it.

“Well, I see what you mean about the worst,” Robbie muttered to Lindsey as he passed her. He made a mock horrified look at Sully, and Lindsey smiled.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” he said. Then he blew her a kiss and Lindsey felt her face get hot.

She watched as he walked up the aisle and pushed through the door to the lobby. She barely caught a glimpse of Lola as she pounced on Robbie once he stepped outside. She knew it shouldn’t bother her, but still she turned away from the sight.

Sully was standing there watching her, and Lindsey felt inexplicably irritated with him. “Go ahead and say it.”

“Say what?” he asked. His voice was mild as if he had no idea what she was talking about. This made her even more annoyed.

“Go ahead and tell me that Robbie is bad news and I should stay away—you know, the whole spiel. Get it off of your chest,” she said.

“I wasn’t going to say that,” he said. He looked genuinely hurt and Lindsey felt her annoyance slip away.

“No?” she asked.

“No,” he said. He shoved his hands into his pants pockets and blew out a breath. “You should do whatever makes you happy. You deserve to be happy.”

Lindsey stared at him. All she could think when she studied his handsome face was, you make me happy. But of course she didn’t say it. Instead, she said, “Thanks for taking him to the doctor. That’s very good of you.”

Sully stepped close to her, and she could smell that particular scent that was his: a citrusy, sea air–soaked smell that filled her senses and made her dizzy.

“Just be careful, Lindsey,” he said. “Like I said, you deserve to be happy, but I’d hate to see you get hurt.”

She watched as he left through the doors to the lobby.

“Do you think it’s safe enough to have everyone come back in?” Violet asked Ian.

They were walking across the stage toward Lindsey, and she turned to see Ian run a hand over his bald head.