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

“Yeah, maybe.” Sully drained the remains of his cup and put it down. He began to dress, everything but the shoes and the outerwear. I followed suit, somehow disappointed.


It was fully light and only snow flurries were left falling. As Sully and I slogged through the foot or more of snow in what we hoped was the track of the road, I wondered if this had been a mistake. Maybe we should have waited another hour or two. Our coats were still wet-ish, shoes, too. My toes felt like aching little ice blocks. And I was worried about Sully. He seemed to be having more problems walking through the deep snow than I did.


“You doing okay?” I asked. “Besides the obvious freaking cold and snow.”


“The headache’s back with a vengeance.”


Somewhere behind us there was noise, a steady scraping, chugging sound. I turned. Half a mile or so back down the road was a plow, a dump truck with a huge blade. I stopped.


Chapter 10