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

kit and took out the alcohol wipes.
    “This is probably going to sting,” she said.
    The cut was a clean slice and probably it was going to require stitches, but the worst of the bleeding seemed to be over.
    Lindsey shook out one of the wipes and gently dabbed at the cut. Robbie sucked in a breath through his teeth and she cringed, knowing it was going to get worse before it got better.
    She held his arm still with one hand and ran the cloth over the cut with the other. She felt his muscles bunch beneath her fingers, and he let loose a string of mild curses while he kicked at the floor with one of his feet.
    “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Lindsey said. “I know it hurts. Just one more pass and it’ll be good, I think.”
    She swabbed the cut one last time and Robbie let out a shout.
    “Are you all right?” she asked. “Is there anything I can do?”
    “One thing,” he said through gritted teeth. And before Lindsey realized his intent, Robbie cupped the back of her head and kissed her.
    Lindsey was too surprised to move and the kiss was over before she could even register what had happened. In fact, the only thing that convinced her of what had actually just happened was the fact that her lips were still tingling. Well, that and the fact that Sully had returned to the stage and was glaring at them.
    “Okay, then, let’s get that bandaged up, shall we?” she asked.
    Robbie grinned at her. It was a wicked grin, the sort that bespoke all sorts of trouble for the person on the receiving end of it. Lindsey found herself grinning back, although she knew if she’d had any sense of self-preservation she wouldn’t have.
    While she wrapped Robbie’s arm, she was increasingly aware of Sully, who had been joined by Ian and Violet. The three of them were having a low, murmured conversation, but she couldn’t make out what was being said.
    “You seem to be having a lot of bad luck on the stage lately,” she said to Robbie.
    “Agreed.” He sighed. “I’m getting the feeling that someone is not interested in seeing me play Puck.”
    “Well, you are—” Lindsey stopped before she finished her sentence.
    “I am what?” he asked.
    Lindsey paused while wrapping the gauze around his arm and met his gaze.
    “You are a bit of a polarizing personality,” she said.
    “Me?” he asked. He looked so surprised at this that Lindsey had to laugh.
    “Surely you’ve noticed,” she said. “You seem to bring out either the absolute best in people or the worst.”
    Robbie watched her while she fastened a strip of adhesive tape around his arm to keep the gauze in place.
    “I hadn’t thought of it like that,” he said. “I guess my only question now is—”
    “Who do you bring out the worst in and why would they want to harm you?” she asked.
    “No, actually,” he said. Lindsey glanced at him in surprise and again she was overly aware of their close proximity. Up close, the green in his eyes was as vibrant as a new leaf, and she noted that his eyelashes were blond on the tips.
    His voice was lower when he continued, “My question is what do I bring out in you, Lindsey? The best or the worst?”
    Lindsey felt her throat go dry. She swallowed hard, trying to think of a way to answer that didn’t encourage him, but then she wondered if that was really what she wanted.
    “Time to go see a doctor, Vine,” a voice said from behind them.
    Lindsey snapped her head up and saw Sully standing behind Robbie with his arms crossed over his chest and an annoyed look on his face.
    “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