A freak snowstorm seemed like the perfect bonding experience. Anyone watching Oliver and Wyatt McKinsey from a distance would have thought the two men were having a great time throwing snowballs and building a snowman. The casual observer would never guess that, as a shooting star streaks across the sky, both men wish for a way out of their failing marriage.<br><br>Fortunately for them, a disaffected, chain-smoking elf hiding from her Christmas duties decides to give them what they really want. From the last of their good intentions and a little Christmas magic, she creates Cole -- a living, breathing embodiment of what Oliver and Wyatt once loved about each other.<br><br>Can Cole’s intense feelings for both Oliver and Wyatt help reawaken a love they think is gone? Is there a place for Cole in their marriage before time runs out and the spell is broken forever?

Snowman of My Dreams

With both thumbs, Oliver stabbed eye sockets for the snowman before carefully patting coffee into them. “Yep, that’s me all right. Fucking Oliver. Never thinking about anyone else.” The slight breeze pinched at the edges of the trail Oliver’s single tear made down his own cheek.


“Did we have to use the good coffee, by the way?” Wyatt asked. He adjusted the carrot to a slightly more flattering angle. “That shit is expensive.”


“It’s really hard to find work when I have no way of getting there, you know.”


“I’m not doing this now. We were having a good time—”


“And I fucked it up.” Oliver was patting the last bits off coffee into the shape of the snowman’s top button. Wyatt placed his hand on Oliver’s and was about to say something when Oliver interrupted. “Make a wish.”


Chapter 3