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

“Long story short, I decided to drive myself to the liquor store. I’m not really sure what happened and in what order, but I…” Oliver cleared his throat. His body didn’t want to say the words, but his mind could think of nothing else. “I ran over a kid. It was after school. He had this…He had this goddamned construction paper crafty thing in one hand and all I could see was that blowing in the wind away from his tiny little body there on the sidewalk.”


Cole gasped in surprise and clung to Oliver as they both cried. Oliver’s body heaved as he sobbed. His mind a complicated mix of anger, frustration, embarrassment, and guilt. He could feel Cole’s face pressed against his as Cole held him tightly.


“It’s okay, Oliver. It’s okay. You don’t have to…”


Chapter 13