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

“So, you still interested in dinner?” Sully asked. “There’s a sushi place down the street and a Greek place if you’re in the mood to walk. If you want decent steak or something else, we’d probably have to drive.”


“Greek sounds good. And I have done way too much flying and driving in the past two days. I could do with a walk, but my coat’s upstairs. You want to hang out in the lobby while I go get it?”


“I’m not in a hurry, I’ll go up with you.”


I wish I could say I knew for sure what he meant by the offer, but I couldn’t tell if it was an innocent, casual response or had some other meaning. “Okay, cool.”


Chapter 12