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

“Hello?” The number wasn’t one he recognized but the voice on the other end was familiar.


“No. I was up.” He was glad he and Margaret, the woman who ran the local temp agency, were not using video chat. She’d have seen the messy mop of romantic curls cut close on the sides but quirky and floppy on top sticking up on the right side and how he was hopping from one foot to another trying to stay warm in the freezing hallway clad only in his black boxer briefs. “What’s going on?”


“I hate to bother you,” Margaret said in a tone that indicated that she didn’t particularly care if she bothered him or not. “But the guy that was supposed to be there this morning to help you guys out at The Center said he might not make it.”


“Damn it, Margaret! What the hell is wrong with people?” Wyatt scampered into the living room and to wrap Oliver’s Star Wars throw around his shivering body. He needed a hot shower as quickly as possible.


Chapter 5