“Phew!” Jun waved her hand in front of her nose. “When was the last time you showered, Joe?”
“Very funny.” he huffed, glowering from behind the wheel. “I don’t know where it came from, okay?”
Ken opened the rear door, looking in at the backseat.
“Whoa!” he exclaimed. “I'm not even sure I want to ask where you got those marks!”
“What marks?” Joe turned. Sure enough, long, wet streaks criss-crossed the seat, meeting in tiny puddles.
“Damn puppy!” Joe growled, punching the dashboard. “I should have known it wasn’t car-trained!”