A.R. Moler

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

Sully hugged me tighter to his body. “She killed herself?”


He was law enforcement, too. It didn’t take a serious leap to see the connection.


“Vodka and valium. I’d never seen a dead body outside of a funeral home until then. I always wonder what I could have done differently, what I could have done to save her. And why the hell the case against the asshole who’d done it, didn’t hold together.”


“To make a difference. Although there are days when I wonder…” There was always the question in the back of my brain on whether my career choices were what they should be.


“Don’t. The job is hard enough as it is. Don’t doubt the good you do.”


There was something introspective and compassionate in his words and it made me think he’d been down the road of crisis of faith more than once. I snuggled up to him, enjoying the warmth of his skin and the comfortable way we were tangled together.


Chapter 18