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

If I have chance to come up yur way, u interested?


It took him an hour or so to get back to me. Absolutely. When?


I sent him dates. If I blew one vacation day on top of the travel time assignment allowed, we could spend the better part of two days together. It took a little wangling and another dozen texts to get it all set.


Traffic sucked on the drive between Detroit and Chicago. I should have known better than to believe I would make it in four hours, closer to five and a half was more like it. At least there was no snow.


I knocked on the door to Michael’s condo. It opened and I was assaulted by the smell of spray paint and glue. Michael stood there in a pair of battered and stained jeans and similarly messed up gray T-shirt.


“Dude, what the hell are you doing? The smell about knocked me over,” I said.


“What?” I came in and shut the door behind me, setting my luggage on the floor.


Chapter 15