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 laughed. “We’ll swing by the mall tomorrow after work and you can pick up a dress shirt. I’ll loan you a tie and it’ll be fine.”


“Since we’re talking about families, is yours going to spaz?”


“Doubtful.” Sully toed off his shoes and shrugged out of his blazer. He took off his shoulder holster and laid it on the coffee table. Scooting back into the corner of the sofa, he beckoned me toward him with a finger. “Put the computer down.”


I did. I leaned against his chest, my head on his shoulder. He folded his arms around me, breathing into my hair.


“Now for the stickier question, would you be up for an informal job interview on Monday?” Sully asked.


I sat up, and twisted around to face him. “What are you talking about?”


Chapter 27