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

“I’d love to,” Cole had said, willing his eyes to convey their secret intent.


“Today is going so great!” Oliver had said another time.


“I love today so much! Every single part of it, I love.”


Oliver had just smiled broadly and winked.


Cole’s attempts with Wyatt had struck out just as miserably. He knew he had waited too long. Today was not the day for grand declarations of love. Everyone was too busy to take a moment to recognize what they had, what they wanted.


Once he came out of the back dressed as Santa, the children rushed forward screaming, “Santa! Santa!” Their tiny hands reaching out to grasp the hand of a celebrity. Cole tried his best to be animated and entertaining, but he knew this was the last thing he’d ever do on Earth. The look of adoration and wonder on the kids’ faces made him smile. There could be worst last things to do. Bringing hope to the innocent and fragile was a pretty good last act.


Chapter 31