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inches away from her, and she felt his green eyes on her, absorbing every detail as if she was the most fascinating person he’d ever met.
    The doors to the theater opened and out stepped Ian, Mary and Sully. The three of them paused to take in the sight of Lindsey and Robbie. Lindsey felt a ridiculous flash of guilt, and she quickly stepped away from Robbie and pulled her bike out of the rack.
    “Good night, Robbie.”
    “Good night, fair Lindsey.” Then he raised his voice, and she knew his words were for the benefit of the others when he said, “Remember, ‘The course of true love never did run smooth’.”
    Lindsey shook her head at him. As she climbed on her bike and pushed off the sidewalk, she said, “I think you’d better go rehearse your part, because that is Lysander’s line.”
    Robbie looked surprised and then busted out a delighted laugh as she pedaled away. She glanced back quickly to see him grinning and Sully frowning. She heaved a sigh as she turned onto the main road, which led to her house. One thing that could not be argued—the bard sure knew what he was talking about when it came to the rough-and-tumble path of true love.
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    T he next day, Lindsey noted that the town was abuzz with audition anxiety. Since Lindsey had moved to town two years before, she had attended many of the Briar Creek Community Theater productions. There was a high standard, no question, mostly because Violet La Rue was involved, usually in the starring role.
    This season, however, it appeared that everyone from the clerk at the local bakery to the mailman to the pages who shelved books in the library had auditioned. Lindsey had no doubt that the motivating factor was the chance to be on stage with Robbie Vine.
    “I bombed,” Heather moaned. She was lying on the old beat-up sofa in the staff lounge, consoling herself with a Snickers and a can of Mountain Dew.
    “No, you were good,” Perry assured her. “I mean Dylan was the best, but he always is.”
    “Argh.” Heather bit into her candy bar like it was Dylan’s head.
    “Where is Dylan?” Lindsey asked. Perry, Heather and Dylan were her library pages, and they spent their afternoons shelving books and helping out in the library as needed.
    “He was going to stop by the theater,” Perry said.
    “The suck-up,” Heather grumbled.
    Perry rolled his eyes at Lindsey, and she had to press her lips together to keep from smiling.
    “He said he wouldn’t be more than a few minutes late,” Perry said.
    Lindsey glanced at the clock. The pages didn’t start their shift until four, so they had ten more minutes to decompress from school.
    “When you start, I believe Ms. Cole has several trucks for you to shelve,” Lindsey said. “And then I was hoping you’d help me put together a display of materials by and about Shakespeare. Perry, could you work up a flyer for me, since you’re so good at graphic design?”
    “Don’t we have a mini bust of good old Shakespeare back in storage?” Heather asked. “I think I saw it when we were storing the summer reading materials.”
    “If you can find it, that would be excellent,” Lindsey said. “Thank you, Heather.”
    “Sure.” The girl sighed.
    “And, Heather, for what it’s worth, I saw your audition last night and I thought you were terrific,” Lindsey said.
    “Really?”
    “Really.”
    “Thanks, Ms. Norris,” Heather said and she bounced up from the couch, looking infinitely cheered.
    “How come she didn’t believe me when I said that?” Perry asked Lindsey.
    “Because she’s a librarian,” Heather answered for Lindsey as she headed out the break room door. “She knows what she’s talking about.”
    “Oh, and I don’t?” he asked, following behind her.
    Lindsey watched them go in bemusement. Had she ever been that young or that mercurial in temperament? No. She was an old soul and had pretty much sailed on an even keel her whole life. Her brother Jack was the roller coaster of the