Chapter 14: US Marshal Ken Sullivan
It was time to go all too soon. I would have to swing by the rental car agency at the airport and drop off the car before I caught my flight. And because I had flown up to Detroit as an escort for a witness, I would have to deal with checking my weapon.
It was easier to go ahead and say goodbye to Michael at his condo. I set my luggage next to his front door.
He stood in front of me, hands in his pockets. “I’m glad you managed to combine your business trip with coming to see me.”
We stood there staring at each other for a couple of seconds, like idiots. I reached out and grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him toward me. Michael looped his arms around my neck and sealed his mouth over mine. I hung onto him and tried to enjoy my last few minutes
