Simon gave him a sour look. “I wasn’t going to suggest it. The truck has a crew cab so he can sit in back.”
“Yeah, okay.” Guy felt stupid since he should have seen that it did, but Shadow’s safety was important to him and he wasn’t about to take chances. He chuckled weakly. “At least he’s dry so he won’t stink it up.”
“Believe me, I’ve smelled worse things than a wet dog.”
They were at the truck by then. Simon opened the rear door, leaned in to shove a couple of boxes out of the way, and then told Shadow, “It’s all yours.”
The dog didn’t hesitate to jump in, Simon closed the door, and then he and Guy got in front. As he started the truck, Simon said, a smile in his voice, “Looks like you’ve dried off, too, so no wet man smell.”
“If it doesn’t rain again.”
Simon pointed to the sky. “T
