“Sounds like a good plan.” Donner followed suit, happy to be out of the car for a few minutes to get the kinks out.
“You’re that Donner.” Nate eyed him.
Donner sighed. “Yeah.”
“Can’t be. That whole story of Santa and his reindeer is generations old.”
“What can I say?” Donner shrugged. “We live an exceptionally long time.”
Nate’s mouth gaped open and his eyes widened.
Amusement put Donner’s feet into motion as he made his way to Nate’s side of the car, nudged him with his elbow, and leaned back against the frame. “Not to mention, Donner is a family name that gets passed down to the oldest son of each generation. We all take our turn pulling the sleigh during our prime.”
Nate snorted. “Geez. You could have said that to begin with. Here I was thinking that I’d been sleeping with a ripe
