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

When Oliver awoke in the morning, he didn’t want to open his eyes. He had an irrational fear that this all had been a fever dream, that Cole wouldn’t be there, that Wyatt would be an unfeeling robot once more. When he finally got the courage to get out of bed, he saw that he couldn’t have been further from the truth.


Wyatt lay on his back, his chest gently rising and falling with Cole’s sweet face resting gently upon it. Cole’s lean, toned arm was draped gently across Wyatt’s stomach and the look of complete contentment on his face brought tears to Oliver’s eyes. He could not believe something so sexy and thrilling could translate to something so sweet and innocent.


Chapter 27