Her arms trembled under his weight, but she held him close, his body limp against her chest. She moved through the yard like a shadow, one foot at a time, keeping her eyes fixed on the latch of the back gate. She reached for it—then froze as the back door creaked.
Josh stepped out again, phone pressed to his ear, but this time his gaze swept the yard. “What the hell—?” he muttered. Gabby’s blood turned to ice. She tried to yank the gate latch furiously but with Juniper in her arms, the gate wouldn’t open.