put down her sandwich and sank against the back of her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. âI didnât sleep at all last night. Iâm steamed, obviously, but Iâm also this close to totally freaking out.â
âJust because something is annoying doesnât mean itâs problematic,â Jess said.
Mark nodded. âI promise you, Ruby. These rumors are completely unfounded.â
Kylie tried her soup. It was thick, creamy and cheesy, with chunks of fresh broccoli. She understood now why Rubyâs text had struck her as off. Ruby had arranged lunch to reassure herself nothing was wrong at Moss Hill that could jeopardize Daphne Stewartâs appearance in Knights Bridge. Kylie lived there. It made sense to invite her to lunch in case sheâd heard or seen anything that might indicate trouble for Saturday.
Russ finished a triangle of his sandwich and wiped his fingers on a napkin as he studied Ruby. âDo the rumors include Daphne or just Moss Hill?â
âConcern about Daphne and the people attending the master class.â
âWhat kind of concern?â Russ asked.
Ruby sniffled, calmer. âThat thereâll be an accident, and people will get hurt because of the cut corners or bought-off contractors or inspectors. Whatever.â
Mark sucked in a breath. He seemed to take her high emotions in stride but clearly wasnât pleased with this development. His wife of less than a year was pensive. âWhoâs on your short list of possible jerks who could spread such a stupid rumor?â Jess asked.
âNo one,â Ruby said. âI havenât heard anything negative about Daphneâs class. I donât want these rumors to take on a life of their own. I hope Iâm not making things worse by mentioning them.â
âIâd rather have you speak up than keep this to yourself,â Mark said.
âChristopher Sloan said heâd stop by Moss Hill and talk to you.â
âAnytime.â Mark turned to Russ. âFeel free to join us.â
Russ gave a curt nod. âThanks.â
âI just need reassurance,â Ruby said. âI know ten-to-one this is small-town grumping and griping, creating drama where there is noneâsomeone looking for attention. You know, the arsonist who sets a fire and then sits back and watches the flames.â
Jess dipped her spoon into her soup. âIn this case, the fire wonât catch and spread because thereâs nothing to feed it. There are no problems at Moss Hill.â
Kylie glanced at Russ, but his expression hadnât changed. His deep blue eyes settled on her. âWhat about you, Kylie? Have you heard any rumors?â
She ignored his undertone of suspicion, assuming it came with the territory of being an investigator. She shook her head. âNo, but I doubt I would. I didnât know about this class until yesterday.â
âKylie keeps to herself,â Ruby said, the slightest edge to her voice, if only because she was so agitated. âThe artist at work. Deadlines. Am I right, Kylie?â
âFortunately, yes,â she said, forcing a smile and seeing no need to explain further.
Ruby clearly wasnât satisfied. âIf you like your solitude and need it for your work, why move into Moss Hill? You had to know you wouldnât have the place to yourself. The apartments and offices would get rented, the meeting space would get booked and youâd run into Markâs staff, groundskeepers, cleaners, security guardsâall sorts.â
Kylie decided sheâd had enough of her soup. âIn a way, the activity at Moss Hill is one of its attractions after my months on my own up the road. My apartment is quiet. I can be removed from the activity around me whenever I need to be.â
âIâm sorry,â Ruby blurted. âI didnât mean to put you on the defensive. I sound like such a bitch. Iâm really on edge, I guess. I want
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