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

Oliver whistled as he prepared the meal. He smiled over at Cole who was sitting on the edge of his seat, watching intently.


“How do you know how to do all that?” Cole asked.


“All what? Cook? I dunno. Just do I guess. I love it.”


After he was served his lunch, Cole moaned while chewing his first bite. Once he swallowed it, he said, “This is so good! Wyatt is the luckiest man alive.”


Oliver chuckled and settled in across the table from Cole. “I don’t know about all that.”


“He is, though. You are the best cook. You’re a hard worker. You have all those fascinating tattoos.”


“Shit.” Oliver brushed the compliments aside. “You’d have to ask Wyatt about that. I cook mostly for myself. Wyatt’s rarely around to enjoy it.”


“That’s his loss. Man, this is sublime.”


“You think so?” Oliver, despite his better judgment, found he rather liked Cole’s admiration of him. He felt important for the first time in a long time.


“I know so.” Cole winked at Oliver, who instantly blushed.


Chapter 12