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

Dinner consisted of glances and touches. For dessert—hot chocolate, with real milk this time—they decided to relocate to the couch. They sat shoulder to shoulder, sipping the sweet, spicy brew. Candy reminded him, maybe for lack of more meaningful things to say, that he had an invitation for Saturday: tea with Terence and Gladys. Cody gave a tormented groan. The mood that had lingered in the air, that had tasted almost of romance, evaporated in a flash.


Candy looked at him with curiosity. “They seem like nice people. Why do you hate it here so much?”


“They arenice people. It’s a long story,” sighed Cody, hoping Candy would get the hint and not ask further.


Chapter 11