Eager to join Tyler in his cabin on Christmas Eve, Wesley risks a blizzard and a snowy mountain road. He takes his gaze off the road for only a second, but it is a second too long. Marian slams on her brakes, sending her car into a spin.
Between the two vehicles, the ravine, a boulder, and a novice angel, an accident happens and Heaven is astir at a grievous error.
In the end, a small mountain cabin holds the chance for the three hearts to make things right.
Damn, I thought for sure I went off the side of the road. Ouch. Wesley felt his forehead gingerly. I must have hit the windshield. But I had my seatbelt on. How's that possible? And I had the strangest dream. I took the seatbelt off, jumped out of the car and fell against something hard. I guess it didn't happen that way. He groped for the belt, but it wasn't around his shoulder. Maybe it came loose when I braked. The engine was still running, the wipers working like mad, fighting with the snow. He peered through the cracked window for a sign of the other car, but saw nothing. I guess the other car was okay and drove on. Bastard, for not stopping to see if I was okay! Oh well, now to try and get this thing going again.
He revved the engine carefully, slowly inching, until he felt the tires grip. He knew exactly where he was because of the large boulder he could barely make out on the side of the road. Straightening up the vehicle, he drove on. He knew he didn't have far to go. Joy filled him as he thought about his partner. Just minutes away and they'd be together. He heard the sound of a loud engine somewhere in the distance behind him. "Right, now the snow plough comes. Just a tad late"
The log cabin was decorated with Christmas lights. They winked at him as he swung into the snow-laden driveway. The bright red, blue and green lights, made the snow look like cotton candy puffs.
Wesley sank knee deep in snow when he stepped out of the car. He groped in the backseat for his bag, but couldn't find it. "Oh, well, I'll look for it tomorrow," he muttered, and hurried to the cabin. Something didn't feel right. He felt dizzy, a bit disoriented, and his legs wouldn't move as fast. "Man, I must have hit that window hard."
The door was locked. Wes lifted the brass knocker and let it fall against the door several times. "Mm, did Ty move that thing up higher?" The door opened and Ty stood framed in the doorway, looking as handsome as ever. He had on a white knit ski sweater that showed off his dark, handsome face and black hair. Ty was taller than Wes, but now he seemed to tower over him.
"Oh my God. Come in," Tyler said, reaching out for what Wes thought was going to be a bear hug filled with love. Instead, Ty put an arm around his shoulders and helped him inside.