Gabby sat in her car, breath shallow, heart slamming against her ribs. She couldn’t storm in—not with a dozen agitated dogs tied in disarray, and certainly not against a man like Josh. The thought of swinging that bat at him made her smirk grimly, but fantasy wasn’t enough.
She needed precision, not violence. Her mind darted through options until it landed on one clear idea. She drove fast but carefully to the nearest pet dispensary and bought premium dog treats, latex gloves and valium. Then, behind her car, she emptied the vial of sedative onto the treats.