Page 34 of Mistletoe Season
Another growl.
A bear? Her face cooled. Wolf?
She pressed her back against the truck.
The growl came again.
Her head jerked in the direction of the sound. Whatever it was waited at the back of her truck.
She cast a glance to her front door. Should she make a run for it?
The growl sounded again, but this time it ended with a high-pitched whistle.
A whistle?
And now that she thought about it, the growls sounded rather rhythmic.
She moved a few steps toward the sound, another “growl” turning into a... hum?
What in the world?
Flipping on the flashlight on her phone, Charlie peered over the bed of her truck and nearly dropped her phone at the sight. Lying on his back, mouth open and hair erratic, slept Prince Captain America.
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How had Prince Captain America found his way into the back of her truck?
No scenario in her mind gave an answer.
Charlie peered closer, and a full whiff of his breath hit her in the face. She coughed and drew back.
Drunk?
Captain America wasdrunk?
Her brain glitched on the idea, but then she looked up into the starry sky.
“When I prayed for a prince as a little girl, Lord, this is not what I had in mind.”
It was much easier to appreciate God’s sense of humor in other people’s lives.
She leaned her hip against the truck and pulled her phone close. First day in America, and the man couldn’t even make it to his sister’s house without a mishap? Prince Lit certainly didn’t need to get involved withherfundraiser!
Charlie:So... I found the prince.
Luke:Um... that was really weird to see in print.
Luke:Where did you find him?
Charlie:In the back of my truck.
Luke:In the back of your truck? I’m trying to think of reasons, but none of them are good. What did you do to him?
Charlie:I didn’t do anything to him! When I pulled into my house, I found him in the truck bed. Drunk asleep.
Luke:Just so you know, magic kisses don’t work on drunk princes.
Charlie:Not to worry. I prefer my men sober and sensible before I sweep them off their feet.
