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

“So, which one of you is up for a little adventure?” Wyatt asked.


“Not here, you freak,” Oliver said with a stern look.


“Not that!” Wyatt said with a laugh.


Before he even knew what exactly he’d greed to, Cole found himself in the back with Wyatt.


“Here, put these on,” Wyatt said in a rush. The things laid out on the table had been gleaned from The Center’s decorations and some of the clothing donations.


Holding up a red, pointy hat and a bit of fluff they’d used to approximate snow in the table’s centerpieces. “Let me guess. You want me to be Santa?”


“You got it. All you got to do is let them sit on your lap and tell you that they’ve been good. The volunteers have this down to a science. The wrapping on the presents are coordinated with the gender and age of the kid. They’ll hand you the appropriate one and you’ll give it to the kid. Easy peasy.”


“Okay,” Cole beamed. “I think I’m going to love that, actually.”


Chapter 30