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

I had seen a ceramic mug on the desk in the office I thought. I shuffled back down that way and hunted it up using the teeny two inch flashlight on my keychain. There was an empty coffee maker near the wall, not that we had a way to power it, but there was a full box of instant hot chocolate, some plastic spoons and two more cups. I gathered up the cups, spoons, and hot chocolate and toted them back to the stall we were using.


“Look what I found.” I set them near the heater. I was starting to shake again. I might be dry now but I was naked and wrapped in a blanket.


“Uh, I guess we could melt some snow in the cups on the heater?”


“Kind of my thought, but first I need to get warm again.


“Yeah, me, too.” We burrowed back into the blanket pile and spread the ones we’d used on top again. We were both shivering pretty hard.


“Everything’s sore,” Michael muttered. “I feel like my body got tumble dried with a pair of sneakers.”


Chapter 8