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

“Tell me what you remember about Derek Conti.”


“Uh, witness against an organized crime ring in Richmond. Sinclair and I escorted him to Pennsylvania, somewhere below Pittsburg. I’m sorry I’ve forgotten the name of the town.”


“He’s testifying tomorrow, and he wants you and Sinclair to play bodyguard. Can you do that?”


“Yeah, I’m available. We are only talking to and from the courthouse and not over night?” I asked.


“Okay. I’ll see you first thing in the morning then.” I hung up.


Michael shuffled out of the bedroom, hair tousled, wearing a pair of low-slung sleep pants. He looked edible. “You have to go to work.”


“Tomorrow, and probably the next day, too. Witness detail.”


I walked over to stand in front of him. “I know.” I put a hand on the side of his neck. “But I’m not past worrying yet.” I suspected the comment might make him angry.


He stared at the ceiling. “No nightmares last night.”


Chapter 26