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

Wyatt looked over and smiled, his eyes watery. Wyatt thought about what a sweet man Cole was and how he was trying to be as helpful as he could and still fade out enough to give Wyatt room to express himself.


After a few minutes of silence, Wyatt continued, calmer. “Comforting him. That was the worst part. That, my friend, was the shittiest feeling in the world. Oliver was devastated he had screwed up our chance to have a kid forever and all time, but it wasn’t just him going through that loss. He took that away from me as well. I had to give comfort to a man who ruined my damned life.”


Cole jumped as Wyatt growled in frustration. The tears he wiped from the corners of his eyes this time were not soft and sad. They were hot, bitter. They stung.


“Fuck him, you know! ‘There, there sweetie. It’ll all be okay.’ When all I wanted to say was, ‘How could you do this to me? You fucking selfish bastard. I hate you so fucking much!’”


Chapter 16