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

“Cole, why are you wearing our clothes? Do you not have any clothes of your own?”


He looked away from Oliver, but shook his head no.


“Oh, you poor thing.” Oliver slid over to hug Cole close to him. His thin body was wound tight as a drum. Oliver could feel the muscles of Cole’s chest and abdomen trembling. “It’s okay. Shhh. Breathe.” He found that Cole’s breathing was falling in sync with his own, so he tried to take deep, slow breaths. After a minute, Cole stopped trembling. “Cole, are you homeless?”


“Okay, spill your guts.” Wyatt backed out of the driveway and headed down the street. “You know damn well we don’t need to go Christmas shopping. Why is Cole still at our house and we’re leaving? Did you ask him about…”


“Oh, God no.” Oliver said. “Not after you were all Captain Smooth and left me in a lurch. I didn’t know what you wanted.”


“I wanted you to ask him to fuck. I’m sorry. I chickened out. I thought you’d do it for sure.”


Chapter 23