Free The Spring at Moss Hill by Carla Neggers Page A

thought. “Focusing on me is a waste of your time, but feel free. I’m sure Ruby’s taking idle talk to an extreme conclusion.”
    â€œCould be,” Russ said. “Who is Christopher Sloan?”
    The abrupt shift in subject caught her by surprise, but she welcomed it, could feel her grip on the steering wheel ease. “He’s one of two full-time, professional firefighters in town,” she said. “The Sloans are another local family. They own a construction company. There are a bunch of them. Christopher’s older brother Brandon is married to Ruby’s sister Maggie.”
    â€œThe Sloans worked on Moss Hill?”
    â€œSome. I don’t know details. Christopher and Ruby...” Kylie didn’t finish.
    â€œHe and Ruby what? They’re an item?”
    â€œI don’t know for sure. You know what it’s like when you’re the newcomer in a small town.”
    â€œI don’t, actually.”
    â€œPeople sometimes say things in your earshot they might not say if they knew you from when you were in kindergarten.”
    â€œSo, you’ve heard talk about Ruby and this firefighter.”
    â€œThere are sparks between them.”
    â€œSparks, Kylie?”
    She heard the amusement in his voice and instantly felt heat rise in her cheeks. She resisted glancing over at him, but was aware of how close he was in the tight quarters of her small car. “You know what I mean,” she said finally.
    â€œI’m not much on noticing sparks, I guess. Let’s just say my friends don’t come to me for romantic advice, at least not more than once. I ask them if they want to stay in or get out of the relationship. Only two options.”
    â€œYou’re a black-and-white thinker.”
    â€œWhen things are black-and-white. What about you? Do your friends come to you for romantic advice?”
    He’d set her up, she saw now. “It depends on the friend. And I don’t tend to be a black-and-white thinker. I was up for the sunrise this morning. Did you see it on your flight? So many colors. Then they all melted into the blue sky...” She slowed for a curve. “Let’s say that’s the kind of thinker I am.”
    â€œIs that what we call a blue-sky thinker?”
    â€œOr the sunrise thinker, maybe.”
    He looked out his window. “I didn’t see the sunrise. I don’t sleep much on planes, but I was reading. Julius Hartley gave me a copy of The Three Musketeers. He said I would understand Knights Bridge better if I read it.”
    â€œOne for all and all for one, or a lot of sword fights?”
    â€œI was hoping for a scantily clad damsel in distress.”
    Kylie laughed as she turned into the Moss Hill parking lot. “No luck there. Still too cold. Your Hawaiian shirt with the palm trees suggests you like your warm weather.”
    â€œAs I said, my brother gave me the shirt. He binge-watched Magnum, PI over the winter.”
    â€œHe lives in Los Angeles?”
    â€œHe does.”
    â€œDoes he know Daphne Stewart?”
    â€œThey’re friends. I met Daphne and Julius through Marty. That’s how I ended up at Sawyer & Sawyer.”
    Without trying, Kylie thought of a dozen questions she wanted to ask him about his life in California, his work, his past, his brother—where they’d grown up, what he’d done in the navy, why he’d become an investigator, what Daphne Stewart was like. But she didn’t ask any of them and instead turned off the engine and got out of the car.
    Russ met her on the breezeway, stretching his lower back. “Thanks for the ride into town.”
    â€œYou’re welcome. Thanks for lunch. There’s a parking garage under the residential building, in case no one mentioned it. If you need anything while you’re here, feel free to knock on my door again.”
    â€œI won’t disturb you?”
    She smiled. “Oh, you’ll disturb me, but I