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

I stepped into the shower. He took hold of my arm and drew me close. We stood under the hot spray and I leaned my forehead on his shoulder. It felt good to have his arms around me. After a few minutes, we got clean and dried off. There didn’t seem any point to putting on any more clothes than a pair of briefs. Given our history, I wasn’t even sure that those would stay on more than ten minutes.


Crawling into bed, I realized just how exhausted I was. Sully held me as we fell asleep.


The gun shot sounded deafening. And the child’s head rocked sideways before he fell. She, I didn’t even know her name, turned the gun at me…


I sat bolt upright in bed, heart pounding so hard it hurt. I could barely breathe. Warm, familiar hands gripped my shoulders.


“Easy, babe, you were dreaming.” Sully’s voice was a deep rumble near my right ear.


“It…That wasn’t how…She never…” I babbled trying to sort memory from the recent image in my head.


Chapter 21