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

“What changed your mind?” Oliver asked.


“Cole, really. Man, that guy is something else. He really has a way of cutting through all your bullshit, you know?” Wyatt shook his head in apparent amazement.


“I know exactly what you mean.” He slid his hand across the table. Wyatt snatched it up before it even made it halfway. “Where did you ever find him? He’s such a great guy. I mean, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spilled my guts to him, but he’s so easy to talk to. It just sort of happened.”


“No need to explain that to me, mister,” Wyatt said with a chuckle. “I’m the same way around him. He’s just there. No judgment, just listening.”


“I really like him a lot.” Oliver was picturing Cole’s wicked grin and pitch-black eyes. Not to mention his pale skin and that perfect amount of stubble dusting his jaw and neck.


Chapter 17