I hadn’t needed her to give me the information though. Niall hadn’t just watched Gabby for me—he’d kept an eye on my entire family. I hadn’t worried about Moira—God knew she had enough protection of her own, not to mention that she was more than capable of taking care of herself—but it was nice to have some assurances in place. After what had happened with Gabby and Dustin, I needed to know the people I loved were safe when I couldn’t be there. Her new place wasn’t as large or as flashy as the home I’d grown up in. There wasn’t a gate at the end of the drive or a metal fence surrounding the property. The one-story wood-sided ranch, with attached garage, was abnormally low-key for Moira Callaghan’s tastes. I couldn’t see a single light on, and as I got out of my truck and walked to the door, I found myself hoping she wasn’t home. I rang the bell, telling myself I’d give it thirty seconds before I turned around and booked it back to Gabby’s.
