Chapter 97

Author’s POV During the trip with Flynn Dallas, Moira remained silent and observed the roadside through the window. Dillan repeatedly glanced at her, making sure she was okay, but that wasn't what he found. Although not as close as people thought—because Moira always built high walls, especially after her marriage to Jude—Dillan knew her very well. Moira never interacted with just any man. Only a few people were considered her friends, and even then, it wasn't for any particular reason. She was a sincere and pleasant woman if a man like Jude was willing to get to know her better. Plus, her fortitude was unmatched by any other woman. That much he knew. "Do you have a problem with the Sanders family, Miss Alsen? I saw you two seeming tense earlier," asked Flynn, causing Moira to sigh heavily, but she tried not to let anyone know, except Dillan, of course. He noticed, in fact, that he hardly took his eyes off her. "Does it look that way?" Moira asked back. Flynn grunted, and it made Moira