Belong to You

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Also by Cheyenne McCray

  Cheyenne writing as Jaymie Holland

  Excerpt… Held By You

  Excerpt… Made For You

  Excerpt… Inked

  About Cheyenne

  Riding Tall

  Belong To You

  Cheyenne McCray

  Copyright © 2014

  Belong to You by Cheyenne McCray

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

  E-book conversion by Bella Media Management.

  Published by Pink Zebra Publishing.

  13-Digit ISBN: 978-1-939778-82-6

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  Chapter 1

  Anna Batista sat next to Chandra Johnson in the audience in the high school auditorium as they watched the debate between the two candidates for the office of Yavapai County Sheriff.

  The incumbent, Sheriff Mike McBride, was facing off with his opponent, Chad Johnson. The debate between Sheriff McBride and Chad had been a heated one so far. Anna knew very little about the history between Mike and Chad, but she knew from Chandra that some bad blood between them went back a long way.

  “Sheriff McBride, what is your opinion on the escalation of drugs and violence in Prescott and the county as a whole?” the moderator asked.

  While Mike responded to the question, Anna cocked her head to the side and appraised him. She admired his strength and comfort under fire. He didn’t act or talk like a politician and his down-to-earth demeanor and relaxed personality had made him popular, along with his sense of humor. One of the reasons she was certain he had been elected to county sheriff in the first place was his likability. He was tough but friendly, firm yet fair.

  The fact that Mike was a dead-sexy cowboy was only the icing on the cake. All six-one of him was muscular, and his skin was deeply tanned from being out in the sun so often. His features were carved, his eyes a warm brown. Damn, but he was hot. The fact that he was in uniform didn’t hurt at all.

  Nice, she thought. Very nice.

  A frown creased her face as she watched Chad Johnson take his turn at answering the same question about the escalation of drugs and violence in the area. Chad wore a business suit and bold red tie. He couldn’t look more different than Mike.

  “It’s clear that something needs to be done in regard to this issue,” Chad was saying. “Under my opponent’s leadership, these problems have increased drastically.”

  Mike was given the opportunity for rebuttal and he laid out the statistics. Yes, there had been an escalation, but the number of arrests leading to conviction had also increased.

  The moderator moved on to a question for Chad, asking what he thought the top priority should be for the next term for sheriff, other than public safety.

  Chad gave one of his winning smiles and laid out his response. “Our children,” he said. “Issues exist in the public school system and we need to make all the positive differences we can.”

  Anna mentally shook her head at Chad’s canned answer to the question. He took the easy way out.

  “Too bad Mike McBride is my brother’s opponent.” Chandra’s platinum blonde hair swung forward as she leaned close to speak in Anna’s ear. Anna caught the scent of Chandra’s light floral perfume. “Mike is so gorgeous,” Chandra said. “Beyond gorgeous.” She sighed. “But he’s the enemy.”

  Anna made a noncommittal response. How could she tell her friend that she thought Chad didn’t stand a chance against Mike in the race or even in virility and looks?

  With blond hair and blue eyes, Chad was good-looking and popular in his own right, but he was all politician. He was an attorney in Prescott and his family owned a good portion of the town. The Johnsons, for the most part, were well known and respected, with just a couple of bad apples in the bunch.

  Anna shifted in her seat as Chad made a couple of disparaging remarks about Mike’s term in office. She hated it when politicians played dirty, and she was certain Chad was that kind of politician. So far the race hadn’t been too bad, but she could see it coming.

  After Anna and her family moved to Prescott, she’d become good friends with Chandra, who was genuine and kind.

  On the other hand was her twin. Whenever Chad had spoken with Anna, it had always seemed to her that he was preparing to run for office. At the time she hadn’t realized he would be running for sheriff.

  She looked down at her fashionable chunky black heels as she crossed her legs then tugged down her red dress that reached low on her thighs. She linked her fingers and rested her hands on her bare knee. Even though Chad came off as having a pleasing personality, she knew it was something he had worked hard to cultivate. He had a politician’s polish and presence, and Anna wondered how far that would take him.

  Unlike Mike, who had been a decorated officer with the Prescott Police Department, Chad was an attorney with no law enforcement experience. However, in Arizona, having that kind of experience wasn’t required. It was archaic. All that was necessary for the individual running was that he or she was a legal Arizona resident and resided in the county for which they wanted to be sheriff. That was it. No job application, background check, criminal history check, or psychological examination was required. After being elected, they weren’t even given job evaluations like other county employees.

  Anna mentally shook her head. The sheriff wielded a great deal of power in the county and was responsible for enforcing the law and running the county jails, along with a great deal of responsibility beyond. That included managing a budget in the millions. With respect to requirements for running for sheriff, Arizona was a bit of a backward state.

  “What is your position on illegal immigration?” the moderator asked Chad.

  Anna froze. Ice seemed to chill her spine as Chad looked directly at her. The eye contact only lasted a moment but it felt as if her heart had stopped. She felt Chandra stiffen beside her.

  Chad continued speaking, but Anna could barely hear him because of the buzzing in her ears. She caught a few words including “tougher stand on illegal immigration,” and “crack down on undocumented aliens in Yavapai County.”

  She had known the subject would come up. It was an important topic on both parties’ platforms, and to the people. But having Chad look at her and meet her gaze caused a sickening sensation to twist her belly.

  Does he know? She glanced at Chandra who was watching Chad. Did Chandra tell him? It seemed as though Chandra was making a point of focusing on Chad. She
looked…angry. Had Chandra let something slip accidentally? She wasn’t the kind of person to do that knowingly.

  Anna was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn’t hear Mike’s response to the question on illegal immigration. She was just grateful he hadn’t looked at her. Not that he had any reason to—she’d never even met the sheriff.

  When the moderator moved on to a different topic, Anna tried to relax. She knew that with the way things were, she’d never be able to let her guard down. Ever. It just wasn’t possible.

  Chandra reached over and squeezed her hand. Anna met her gaze. Her friend said nothing, but her friendship and support were clear. If Chad had learned Anna’s secret, then it either hadn’t been through Chandra or it had been inadvertent.

  Anna gave Chandra a little smile before she turned back to the debate that had finally ended.

  “Come on,” Chandra said. “I told Chad I’d meet him after the debate.”

  The last thing Anna wanted to do was face Chad, but she forced a smile. “Sure. Let’s go.”

  Both candidates left the stage and Anna hooked her purse over her shoulder and followed Chandra backstage to see her brother. Anna lost Chandra as they wended their way through the crowded area and Anna stopped and frowned as she tried to look past shoulders. At five-one, Anna had a bit of a height disadvantage.

  A man’s tall form stopped right in front of her. She looked up and caught her breath. Mike McBride. Looking right at her.

  His presence filled the room in a way that made her feel as if no one else was there but the two of them. His aura was far more commanding than she’d ever noticed with Chad. He had seemed larger than life on stage, and in person his personality was magnetic. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

  Mike held out his hand. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Mike McBride.”

  She took his hand and stilled. The heat that traveled through her was like magic. It tingled through her as if she had the power now to cast a spell. She swallowed and spoke hesitantly, which was so unlike her. “I’m Anna. Anna Batista.”

  “A pleasure to meet you, Anna.” He gave a sexy smile that melted her. The smile was nothing like what she’d seen from him before when he’d spoken to TV cameras or during the debate. It was as if this one was made just for her.

  Then it hit her. What if he’d learned her secret? Was that why he was talking with her? To learn more?

  “Nice to meet you, too.” She managed to draw her hand away from his but couldn’t seem to move away from him to go find Chandra.

  “I saw you standing here,” he said with ease. “You look a little lost.”

  His charm had her completely off balance. “I lost my friend in the crowd.” She pushed long dark strands from her face. “I’m sure I’ll find her, though.” All I have to do is find your opponent.

  “Can I help?” Mike asked.

  Now that could be awkward. She shook her head. “I can find her.”

  Still smiling, he said, “I haven’t seen you around before. If I had, I would have noticed.”

  He didn’t seem anxious to let her go on her way. To tell the truth, she didn’t want to. She found herself craving his nearness, wanting to get closer to him.

  “This is my first debate.” She smiled. “You were great up there.”

  “Thank you.” His brown eyes studied her. “Are you from Prescott?”

  She shook her head. “Not originally.”

  “Where did you come from before?” he asked.

  She tried to remain casual. “The southern part of the state. Bisbee area.”

  “Nice place, Bisbee.” He hooked his thumbs in his jeans’ pockets. “Been a while since I’ve been. I usually stay at the Copper Queen Hotel.”

  “It is a great town and there’s so much history.” She probably sounded inane as she tried to think of something to say. “You’re a Prescott native, aren’t you?”

  He gave a nod. “Born and raised.”

  It didn’t surprise her that he wasn’t trying to sell himself to her as a candidate. He had a confidence about him and genuine to the point that she couldn’t imagine him putting on airs or lying, for that matter. No, definitely not a real politician. She knew in her heart that he ran for office because he cared about the county and its residents.

  She found herself wanting to be closer to him, wanting to get to know him.

  But that would be a bad idea. A real bad idea, and it had nothing to do with her best friend’s brother being Mike’s opponent.

  Mike studied Anna and sized her up. She was beautiful and all of five-one if he guessed correctly, and he was usually right on the mark. Soft brown curls fell around her heart-shaped face past her shoulders and her perfume was intriguing, inviting. Her dark brown eyes were wide and had an innocent quality to them, yet a strength that told him she stood up for what she believed in. She might be petite but he’d bet she was a fireball beneath all the softness.

  And damn but she drew him in, made him want to get closer to her.

  At the same time he sensed she was holding back something… An emotion, a circumstance… Something was beneath that calm, beautiful surface. He had a keen ability to size up people and he had a feeling that there was more to Anna Batista than what met the eye.

  It was the first time in a long time that he’d been so attracted to a woman that he wanted to get to know her better, to find out what made her tick.

  “I’m headed out to get something to eat at the Hummingbird.” He studied her dark eyes. “Would you like to join me?”

  A surprised look flashed across her honey-brown features and her lips parted. For the briefest moment she hesitated. From her expression he thought she would say yes, but instead she looked apologetic and said, “I’m sorry but I can’t.”

  He gave a slow nod and pulled a business card out of his shirt pocket and a pen from inside the leather jacket that he’d put on over his uniform. He wrote his number on the back and handed it to her with the handwritten side up. “If you’d like to get together sometime, here’s my card. That’s my personal cell number.”

  Again she looked like he’d caught her off-guard. “Okay.” She took the card from him in her small fingers and tucked it into a purse that hung to her hip. “Have a nice dinner.”

  He smiled. “Perhaps another night, Anna.” He liked the way her name tasted on his tongue as he said it. “I hope you’ll give me a call.”

  “Thank you for inviting me.” She smiled but he could see a hint of wariness in her eyes. “Good luck in the race.”

  Her response was a little disappointing. Maybe she’d have a change of heart and would give him a call.

  “I’d best be going.” He touched his fingers to the brim of his hat. “Have a good night.”

  “Good night,” she said. Did she look a little disappointed?

  He gave her a nod and a smile before heading toward the back way, his thoughts staying on the beautiful woman. His mind ached to turn and watch her as she moved through the crowd.

  “Great job.” Jack McBride slapped Mike on the back as he came up from behind. Mike stopped and Jack flashed a grin. “I’d say you kicked Johnson’s ass.”

  Mike’s cousin, Jack, was lean but all muscle and his features were angular. He had a perpetual five-o’clock shadow that gave him a tough, weathered look. He was a rancher like most of the McBrides were, and he had a nice spread with over one hundred fifty head of cattle.

  “It was a good debate,” Mike said. And it had been, despite the fact that Mike’s opponent was a rival from his youth. Mike hooked his thumbs in his front pockets as he looked at his cousin. “Don’t know about kicking his ass.”

  “You sure as hell did.” Jack raised his western hat and pushed his hand through his dark hair before settling the hat back on his head. “Johnson doesn’t belong in office. He doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. You, on the other hand, are the best damn sheriff we’ve had as far back as I can remember.”

  With his thumbs in his pockets,
Mike rocked back on his heels. “Are you going to be at John and Hollie’s wedding?”

  “Wouldn’t miss it,” Jack said with a nod. “Never thought I’d see John marry.”

  “Yeah, it’s hard to believe he’s tying the knot.” Mike thought about his brother and the woman who captured his heart. “John found himself a good woman in Hollie.”

  “All of your brothers ended up with fine women,” Jack said. “Can’t say you’ll see me settling down in a hurry.”

  Mike thought about his own confirmed bachelorhood, then thought of Anna. He shook his head. “I make it a policy to never say never.”

  Jack clapped his hand on Mike’s shoulder. “I have a gut feeling you’ll be next.”

  Mike’s lips quirked into a smile. “I’m headed to the Hummingbird for a bite to eat. You up for dinner?”

  “Hell, yes,” Jack said. “As long as they’ve got plenty of their famous peach pie.”

  “I’ll bet they do.” Mike started once again toward the back door leading from the auditorium.

  Jack fell into step beside him. “Then let’s get the hell out of here.”

  Hair at Mike’s nape prickled. It felt as if someone was watching him intently. He casually glanced over his shoulder and met Anna Batista’s gaze. A pretty blush tinged her cheeks and she quickly looked away.

  With a grin, Mike stepped into the night with his cousin. Just maybe he’d caught Anna’s attention after all. He wasn’t sure yet just how, but some way he would get to know the beautiful woman, and sooner rather than later.

  Chapter 2

  Anna’s cheeks burned as she looked away from the gaze of the man who’d captured her attention so thoroughly.