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

He picked it up and skimmed through it. “Order me a medium steak, baked potato with the works and broccoli. Pecan pie, too.”


“Got it.” I placed the order on the room phone.


Sully sprawled across the bed on his belly, chin propped on his knuckles. He rolled over and crooked a finger at me. I sat down. He dragged me down to lay stretched out beside him. “I’m glad you called me.”


I confessed. “I wasn’t sure if…this was a good idea.”


“Sounds like you’re still not sure.”


“I’m here. We’re naked all over again and I don’t think I have any regrets.” I ran my fingers across his short, clipped hair. “I do have questions.”


“Not that it matters, but are you gay?”


“Bi. For what it’s worth, I’ve got one foot on either side of the fence. And I’m a switch. Master of can’t make his damn mind up. I’m assuming you’re mostly straight and I’m your walk on the wild side.”


“I haven’t got an answer for you. I would have said straight. Now…I don’t know.”


Chapter 13