Chicago PD Detective Michael Branham reluctantly calls in the federal marshals when he gets wind of a dangerous fugitive. Ken “Sully” Sullivan flies in as the Agent-in-Charge. After a futile car chase during a blizzard and a resulting car accident, the two men take shelter in an unused stable. Wounded and cold, Sully and Michael lower their defenses and admit their attraction to each other. Sully's comfortable with his bisexuality, whereas Michael has some self-admitted attraction to men but has never done anything about it. Months later, Michael has a family funeral in the DC area and arranges to meet Sully again. The heat still smolders between them. Then disaster hits Michael -- the kind only another cop can understand. Sully rearranges his life to support Michael, who is still uncertain about their new relationship. Can two men with high stress jobs from different cities find a way to meet each other in the middle?

Trust in the Fast Lane

We walked down what might have been the middle of the road. With this much snow, all I could tell was that the surface under all the whiteness was hard enough to be pavement. No grass stuck up. We trudged for what may have been a mile, and saw nothing but some trees and fence posts. I hadn’t been paying all that much attention to exactly where we were going while we were following Ditweiller. The area outside of town was mostly farmland that much I did remember from a glance at my phone while we were killing time parked in front of the pawn shop.


Even though we both had winter jackets, hats and gloves, we hadn’t worn boots and we weren’t truly outfitted for this raging cluster fuck of a blizzard. The snow was heavy and wet. We were getting soaked and if we didn’t find shelter soon, somebody was going to find our frozen dead bodies when the storm was over and done.


Lurking in the gray white swirl I saw something that might be a building. “Sullivan! Is that a house?”


Chapter 5