Made for You

by Cheyenne McCray

  Kelley nodded slowly. “I want to adopt Belle.”

  Reese didn’t look surprised. “I think that’s a great idea.”

  She smiled at him before leaning toward him and resting her head on his chest as he held her to him.

  * * * * *

  Two weeks after they brought Belle back to Prescott, Kelley knelt on the grass beside Belle, next to Laura’s grave. The white headstone shone in the bright sunshine as Belle placed a bouquet of flowers at the base.

  She looked at Kelley. “I miss my mom.”

  “I know you do.” Kelley stroked Belle’s hair from her face. “I understand how you feel, more than you know.”

  Belle’s forehead wrinkled. “Did your mom die, too?”

  Kelley picked at a blade of grass as she thought about what she should say. The truth seemed to be the best course. “My father killed my mother when I was a teenager.” The memory of her mother was sharp and clear.

  “Like my dad killed my mom.” Belle’s face fell. “But he wasn’t like a real dad. And then he—and then—” A tear rolled down her cheek.

  Kelley put her arm around Belle’s shoulders. “He’ll never hurt you again.”

  “I know.” Another tear. “What happened to your dad?”

  Kelley looked away before returning her gaze to Belle’s. “He’s in prison. He’s dying from lung cancer.”

  Belle studied Kelley’s face. “Are you glad?”

  For a moment Kelley thought about it. “I wanted him to rot in prison. Now that he’s dying from cancer… To be honest, I’m not sure how I feel.”

  “I’m glad my dad is dead.” Belle said the words with a fierce intensity. “He deserved it.”

  Kelley said nothing, just studied Belle.

  “Do you have any other family?” Belle asked. “Other than your dad?”

  “Yes.” Kelley thought about her grandmother’s visit. “My grandmother… My dad’s mother.”

  “I don’t have any family.” Belle looked lost. “I don’t like my foster mother and father.” She bit her lower lip. “I want to live with you.”

  “I was going to talk to you about that.” Kelley smiled. “I want to adopt you. Would that be okay with you?”

  A smile lit up Belle’s face. “Yes!” She glanced at her mother’s headstone before meeting Kelley’s gaze. “I think Mom would like that.”

  Kelley smiled, too. “I’ve been working on it, but I wanted to make sure you’d like that.”

  “Yes,” Belle said again as she nodded. “When can I move in with you?”

  “Once we get through all of the red tape,” Kelley said, “I’ll be able to take you home with me.”

  Belle beamed.

  “So be sure and be good for your foster parents,” Kelley continued. “I’ll keep visiting you until the paperwork goes through and you can come home with me.”

  Kelley glanced at the rows of headstones in the cemetery, thinking about her mother’s grave in Phoenix. When she looked back at Belle, she said, “Are you ready to go?”

  Belle’s gaze rested on her mother’s grave. She sobered a bit before she nodded. “Yes.”

  Taking Belle by the hand, Kelley stood and brought the girl to her feet along with her. Sunshine warmed their shoulders as they walked away from the cemetery together.

  * * * * *

  As she neared the state penitentiary in Florence, Kelley pressed the number on her cell phone for Dolores Petrova.

  A sharp voice answered her call. “Yes?”

  “Hi, Grandmother,” Kelley said quietly.

  A pause before the elder woman said, “Have you come to your senses?”

  Kelley tried not to bristle. Next to her father, her grandmother was her only living relative. “I’m on my way to the prison to see him,” Kelley said, holding back the retort she wanted to make.

  “Good.” Dolores’s voice softened. “He deserves another chance.”

  Kelley let out her breath, surprised at her grandmother’s soft tone. It didn’t matter that Kelley didn’t agree. What mattered was that she needed closure.

  “Would you like to go out to lunch sometime?” Kelley asked Dolores.

  Another pause before her grandmother said, “I would like that.”

  “Are you free next Sunday for lunch?” Kelley asked. “I can make it down to Phoenix.”

  “Yes.” Dolores hesitated. “Yes, that would be nice.”

  “I’ll call you Saturday,” Kelley said before she told her grandmother goodbye and disconnected the call.

  When Kelley reached the prison she parked and went into the building where she signed in and presented her service weapon. She was accompanied to the visitor’s area where she was seated in front of a glass wall with dividers between her and the other visitors. An empty chair was on the other side of the wall.

  She wouldn’t have recognized the wasted man who shuffled in, handcuffed and hobbled, if she hadn’t known it was her father. Isaac Petrova was thin and gaunt, looking far older than his fifty plus years. At that moment she wasn’t sure she should even be there. Why was she here?

  Closure. She needed to see him one last time.

  After he seated himself, they each picked up their receivers. For a long moment they looked at each other, his once vibrant blue eyes that had been so like hers now dulled.

  “What are you doing here?” he finally said.

  “I wanted to see the man who killed my mother one last time.” Kelley studied him. “I never had the chance to tell you what I felt when you destroyed our lives. And I want to know why you killed her.”

  Isaac looked away before he turned his gaze on her again. “I hear you’re a detective now.”

  Thrown off guard, she gripped the receiver tighter. “How do you know that?”

  “Your grandmother.” His eyes suddenly seemed clearer. “She’s proud of you, you know.”

  No, she hadn’t known that, hadn’t known it at all. Kelley cleared her throat. “I went into law enforcement because of you and what you did to Mom and me. Especially because of what you did to Mom. I help those who are hurt by people like you and try to save them before it’s too late.” Like her own mother…and Laura. She’d failed them both. She wondered if someday she could forgive herself.

  Isaac looked down at his free hand. His knuckles were white on the hand that held his receiver. He met her gaze. “I’m sorry how I treated you and your mother.” His voice was thick. “I’m sorry I killed her.”

  Kelley felt nothing as he spoke. She’d hated this man with a passion so deep that it had stayed with her every day of her life. “Why did you kill her?”

  His free hand flexed. “I didn’t mean to.”

  “Yes, you did.” Her voice was harsh to her own ears, the sound seeming to echo in the receiver. “When I left, you blamed her and you killed her.”

  “I’m so sorry.” His throat worked. “Can you forgive me?”

  She slowly shook her head. “Only God can forgive you for what you’ve done. It’s not up to me.”

  “I’m dying,” he said. “I have lung cancer.”

  “I know.” Kelley realized she now felt nothing for this pitiful man. “Grandmother told me.”

  “I’m a born again Christian now.” He seemed to recover. “I accepted Jesus. He died on the cross to save people like me. To save us all.”

  Kelley held his gaze. “If you can die believing that, then you have more than you deserve.”

  “I do believe it.” He gave a slow nod. “If He can forgive me, why can’t you?”

  “Goodbye, Isaac.” She hung up the receiver and gave him one last look before she rose from her seat and turned away.

  She felt his gaze on her back as one of the jailors led her back to the front entrance to the prison. She continued to see his wasted face as she took back her service weapon and signed out.

  The fact that she no longer felt a burning hatred for Isaac Petrova made her wonder. Had she forgiven him?

  It didn’t matter. All that mattered w
as now she could move on. Now she could put what had happened to her mother over fifteen years ago behind her and walk away.

  The future suddenly seemed brighter now that she could let her past rest, now that the weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

  Yes, now she could move on.

  Chapter 22

  Kelley followed Johan’s instructions for another exercise to strengthen her shoulder with more resistance and repetitions than ever before.

  “What a way to start out the morning.” She groaned at the burning ache. “Don’t get me wrong, but I’ll be glad when I don’t have to see you anymore.”

  He grinned. “You’ve come a long way.”

  “The doc cleared me to return to work on Monday.” She blew out her breath. “The past few weeks have been enough of a break as far as I’m concerned.”

  Johan rested his hand on her upper back as she continued with another rep. “Another couple of weeks and you will be finished here.”

  She smirked. “I’ll be beyond happy to be done with your torturous training.”

  He laughed. “I’ve got a little more in store for you just to make sure you remember me.”

  “How could I forget?” she said before he showed her the new exercises. She gritted her teeth as she finished her reps.

  Johan squeezed her uninjured shoulder. “Good job, Kelley.”

  As they finished up, she felt heat on her back and a prickle at her nape. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it caused her to turn around. Reese was watching. When their gazes met, he smiled.

  She raised her hand in a little wave as she returned his smile. “Almost done,” she said.

  “Did I ever tell you what a good-looking man you have, Detective Petrova?” Johan asked with a cocky grin. “If he wasn’t yours I would consider him fair game.”

  Kelley snorted back a laugh. “I’m quite sure Reese doesn’t swing that way.” She couldn’t help a grin. “But the point is moot since he’s all mine.”

  Johan grinned back as Reese moved toward them.

  “Hi, Detective McBride.” Johan held out his hand.

  Reese took it and gave a nod. “How’s she doing?” he asked as they released hands.

  “Not much longer until she’s all yours again.” Johan said with a mischievous look.

  Reese raised a brow but amusement was in his eyes. “She’s already all mine.”

  “She is sitting right here,” Kelley said with mock exasperation.

  “If she’s ready to go, I’ll take her off your hands now,” Reese said to Johan, ignoring Kelley’s response.

  Johan gave a nod then smiled at Kelley. “I’ll see you at your next appointment.”

  “Speaking of appointments,” Reese said as he and Kelley left the physical therapy gym, “it’s almost time for our appointment with Captain Johnson.”

  She groaned. “I’m really not looking forward to this.”

  “I know what you mean,” Reese said, “but it’s time we come clean, before you return to work on Monday.”

  “I guess we’ve put it off as long as possible.” She sighed. “I hope he doesn’t blow a gasket over this and that we end up with our jobs intact.”

  Once they were in Reese’s truck and on their way, it didn’t take them long to get to the police station. It was a beautiful morning filled with sunshine, the summer heat already starting to rise.

  Kelley felt half dread and half elation at telling their captain about their relationship. She couldn’t help the feeling of elation that flowed through her at the thought of her love for Reese and his love for her.

  When Reese knocked on the doorframe of Captain Reginald Johnson’s office, the captain waved them in. Reese closed the door to the office behind him before he and Kelley settled into the two chairs in front of the captain’s desk.

  Johnson looked from Reese to Kelley. “What can I do for you two?”

  Kelley opened her mouth to tell the captain then looked at Reese. He gave a single nod. She returned her gaze to meet Johnson’s. “Reese and I have—have developed a relationship.”

  The captain studied them. “A relationship.”

  She nodded. “Beyond being co-workers and partners.”

  “I see.” Johnson leaned back in his chair and folded his hands on his belly. His keen gray eyes looked from Kelley to Reese and back. “How long has this been going on?”

  Kelley’s stomach flipped and she glanced at Reese. His gaze remained steady as he said, “Not until Kelley went on leave.”

  “You mean the leave where she continued to work a case when she was supposed to be off of it?” Johnson said.

  “Yes.” Kelley swallowed. “Around that time.”

  Johnson looked serious as he folded his hands on his desk. A long moment of silence passed that had Kelley’s heart thumping.

  Finally, the captain said, “I’ll be assigning you new partners, of course.”

  Kelley let out her breath and she felt Reese relax beside her. “Yes, Captain,” she said and Reese nodded.

  “You’re two of the best detectives this force has ever seen.” Captain Johnson smiled. “For what it’s worth, you have my blessing.”

  “That’s worth a lot, Captain,” Kelley said.

  Johnson picked up a pen and tapped it on his desk. “If you’d carried this on while you were on the job, this conversation might not have gone so well.”

  “Yes, sir,” Kelley said. “That would never have happened.”

  Johnson pushed away from his desk and stood. Reese and Kelley got to their feet, too. Johnson held out his hand to Kelley who took it. He squeezed her hand before releasing it and shaking Reese’s, too.

  “You come back to work Monday,” Johnson said to Kelley and she nodded. “I’ll give you your new assignments then.”

  “Yes, sir,” Kelley and Reese replied.

  Johnson waved them out of his office and Kelley breathed a huge sigh of relief as she and Reese headed through the station.

  “Thank God that went well,” she said when they reached the front doors.

  “What do you say to a stay in a bed and breakfast in Williams this weekend?” Reese asked as they strode out into the sunshine. “We’ll go to the Grand Canyon.”

  “I’d say that sounds like a great idea.” She smiled at him. “I haven’t been to the Grand Canyon in forever. When do we leave?”

  “How about noon?” he asked.

  She laughed. “That’s in an hour.”

  “Yep.” They reached his truck. “You’d better get packed.”

  She raised her brows. “What were you going to do if I said no?”

  “I’d planned to take you whether or not you said yes.” He opened up the door to his truck and she climbed in. “But I knew you wouldn’t say no.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You McBrides are so arrogant.”

  He flashed a grin. “We just know what we want.”

  She couldn’t help a smile as he closed the truck door and she settled into her seat. Reese might be an arrogant McBride, but he was her arrogant McBride.

  * * * * *

  Williams was billed as the “Gateway to the Grand Canyon,” and Kelley liked the town and loved the area. At an elevation of 7,000 feet, the bed & breakfast Reese had chosen was nestled in the juniper and pine at the foot of Bill Williams Mountain.

  It was early afternoon when they arrived at the B & B. When they climbed out of the truck, Kelley breathed in the scents of fresh air, pine, and loam. She loved the sweet, clean smells as they unloaded their bags from the truck and carried them inside.

  The owner greeted them as they stepped inside the B & B. The entryway was quaint with rich wood flooring and cornflower blue walls with wallpaper that had tiny sprigs of pink roses. Once they’d checked in with the matronly woman and had taken their things to their room, Kelley and Reese headed for the South Rim of the Grand Canyon.

  By the time they reached their destination and parked, the sun was sliding down the western sky. A light wind tugged at her blouse and
whipped her hair around her face and it was starting to cool.

  Reese took Kelley’s hand and they walked up a slope to the visitor’s area. Once they stood behind the barrier at the edge of the rim, he took her hand. His grip felt warm and firm, as if he’d never let her go.

  Kelley’s breath caught as she looked out at the magnificent view. It was beyond awe-inspiring, nearly overwhelming, the magnitude of the canyon almost beyond human comprehension. She squeezed his hand as if somehow that would tell him how she was feeling at that moment.

  The geological colors of rich red, brown, faded cream, and an almost purplish shade, were utterly beautiful. The width and breadth of the canyon were staggering to view and it was difficult to believe that such an incredible wonder could exist today. From a previous trip to the canyon, she’d learned it was over two hundred and seventy-five river miles long, eighteen miles wide, and up to a mile deep.

  While she took in the awe-inspiring view, Reese put his arm around her shoulders. She loved the feel of his embrace and she tipped her head against his chest as they drank in their surroundings.

  “I brought you here for a reason.” He squeezed her to him.

  She drew back and looked up at him, into his brilliant blue gaze, and she smiled. “More than the amazing view?”

  He nodded, slowly. “You are the one who’s amazing.”

  The breeze tossed her hair about her face and she brushed strands from her eyes. “Funny, but I think the same about you. You are utterly amazing.”

  “Kelley…” He trailed off for a moment and she tilted her head to the side. “I don’t know why I didn’t realize it sooner, why it took two years after you became my partner… Or maybe I did realize it, but wasn’t ready to recognize it for what it was.” He paused. “You were made for me and I was made for you.”

  She felt a warmth in her belly that spread throughout her from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. “Yes,” she said quietly. “That’s it, exactly.”

  He slipped his hand into his front pocket and he lowered himself to one knee she saw him pull out a small black velvet box. Her eyes widened. Her hands started to shake and she brought her palm to her mouth. He opened the box and nestled in black velvet was a simple diamond solitaire.