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’s heart was racing as he followed Wyatt to the door. This was it. Wyatt was going to ask and he was just minutes away from finding out if he’d soon be sleeping with the charming and mysterious Cole.


“Hey, Cole,” Wyatt said as he opened the door. “Get in. It’s freezing out there.”


Cole shrugged and strolled through the door. He paused and looked from Wyatt to Cole. “What?”


“Nothing,” Wyatt said. He looked to Oliver and back to Cole. “So, how’s it goin’?”


Geez. He has no game. How’d he ever pick me up?Oliver thought.


“Good. Good.” Cole still looked apprehensive.


Wyatt cleared his throat and Oliver felt his shoulders tense and his breath catch. This was it.


“I have a really busy day planned, so can you just stay here with Oliver today? I don’t think I’ll have time to pick you up later.”


“Sure thing,” Cole said with his usual sunny disposition.


Chapter 22