Two men. One Christmas Eve that changes the courses of both their lives.<br><br>Henry’s homeless and only wants a warm place to sleep on the coldest night of the year. A forgotten open window in a darkened house entices him inside with the promise of warmth and comfort. He knows it’s wrong, but he promises himself he’ll be out before the owner wakes on Christmas morning.<br><br>Except he oversleeps and the homeowner, Jim, discovers a bearded stranger sawing logs under his dining room table. When the shock and the drama that ensues dies down, Henry and Jim discover they might have found, quite unexpectedly, the Christmas miracle they’d both been longing for -- love and home.

An Open Window

The closed door represented everything he’d hoped for—finding someone to love who would love him back. Barry Michaelson, he knew now, was notthat person, but, oh, how Jim had dreamed he might be! He’d placed all his hopes on the magic of Christmas to cement their union, even if they’d only had four dates so far. But the dates had been wonderful—and the sex amazing.


Jim had thought tonight, with the dinner he’d made, the “dessert” he planned to serve—upstairs, in the bedroom—and the presents he’d wrapped and placed under the modest pre-lit artificial tree on his coffee table in the living room—would be the night he could officially start looking at Barry as his boyfriend. He could brag to his friends, call his ma and tell her to let the joyous news be spread—ding, dong his singlehood was dead. And it certainly was time for Jim to find someone. He was pushing thirty and had yet to have a real relationship. And he’d kissed more frogs, in pursuit of just one prince, than he could count.


Chapter 3