Read It and Weep (A Library Lover's Mystery) by Jenn McKinlay Page B

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.
    The theater had several back rooms used for storage and rehearsals that ran along one side of the building. She pushed through the door on the far side of the theater, which led to a dark, narrow hallway. She had assumed Sully would return to the backstage area where the set crew worked, but he didn’t. Instead he stayed right beside her.
    She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and felt her heart pinch. His jeans and T-shirt were covered in sawdust, and his thick, mahogany curls were pushed back by a blue bandanna he had tied around his forehead, probably to keep the sweat from dripping into his eyes. His jaw was set tight and his mouth was in a narrow, straight line. He did not look happy.
    “Thanks for coming to get me,” she said. The room where the meeting was to be held was on her left, and the hallway would take Sully back to the loading dock.
    “No problem,” he said. His voice made it sound as if it was anything but.
    “Are you mad at me?” she asked.
    “Nope,” he said. “Why would I be mad?”
    “I can’t imagine,” Lindsey said. “But you sure seem cranky.”
    “Well, maybe it’s because every time I see you, you’ve got Robbie Vine twisted around you.”
    His voice rose in volume and Lindsey blinked. Sully never raised his voice. He was the calmest person she had ever known. Frankly, it was nice to see a display of emotion even though his ire made her defensive and she found herself snapping back.
    “I don’t see why you care, since you dumped me!”
    “I didn’t dump you,” he argued. He turned so he was facing her. “I wanted to give you time.”
    “Time I didn’t ask for,” she said. “Which, for your information, makes it a dumping.”
    “You were supposed to be figuring out how you felt about your ex,” he said.
    “I didn’t need to figure anything out about him,” she said. She threw her hands up in the air, mostly to keep from wrapping them around his neck. “I knew how I felt. I was perfectly clear about how I felt.”
    Sully leaned in close so that his face was just inches from hers. “Yeah, I saw how you felt when you thought he was dead.”
    He opened his mouth as if to say more but then he stepped back and shook his head. “You’re right. It’s none of my business. Do whatever makes you happy. Have a great time with your little actor buddy.”
    He turned and strode down the hallway, anger thumping in his every step.
    “Argh!” Lindsey growled and turned and smacked the concrete wall with her hand. Ouch! Okay, that was dumb.
    She was shaking out her hand when the door opened and Nancy’s and Mary’s heads popped out.
    “Was that . . . um . . . Sully we heard?” Nancy asked.
    “Yes,” Lindsey said. She glanced at Mary to see how she was handling the thought of Lindsey and her brother mixing it up in the hallway.
    “Good,” Mary said. She did not seem fazed in the least. “About time he got off his duff.”
    She stepped back into the room and motioned for Lindsey to enter. The three of them sat down at a small table in the center of the room. Nancy had brought a pitcher of lemonade and there was a plate loaded with oatmeal raisin cookies. Lindsey sat down and Nancy poured her a glass while Lindsey helped herself to three cookies.
    “So, did you two clear the air?” Nancy asked.
    “No, I think we just fogged it up even more.” Lindsey shrugged. “That man is hard to