Cody Laughman, a lonely firefighter in New York City, gets a blast from the past when his late father’s lawyer approaches him with news. It has been three years since Cody’s father’s death, the family house needs to be sold. Although Cody is glad to get rid of this part of his life, there is one final thing he needs to do -- fly home to Muffin, Alaska, and make the property presentable.<br><br>He expects this to be a quick visit, just cleaning up some old memories he usually ignores. But memories are stubborn, and on top of everything else, he finds a real Christmas elf living in the attic of his house. Not a tiny fairy, but a full-grown, deliciously handsome man. He doesn’t even have pointed ears.<br><br>But can Cody open up to the possibility of finding love, when the ghost of Christmas past is still haunting him?

The Firefighter in the Snow

“What house?” he asked, because for one dumb moment he couldn’t make the connection. He was still tired. He wondered why he was never able to shake his exhaustion.


“Your parents’ house, at 1313 Aurora Avenue, Muffin, Alaska.” She was getting impatient, probably because she had more important clients to tend to. Although Cody wondered just how many clients she had on a Sunday in Fairbanks.


Her words didn’t make sense to him. “I thought it was already sold,” he said.


“No. Your father left it to you after he died, but there was a clause in the will stating that if it stood empty for more than three years, it was to be sold.” She made a pause for effect, then added as if he didn’t know it, “It has been three years.”


Cody took a deep breath. This was not as bad as he had feared. He could deal with that. So they’d sell the house, big deal. Good riddance. He gave a mental shrug and said, “Fine. What do I have to do?”


Chapter 2