by Wendi Zwaduk
Chapter Eight
Killian stared out at the water. The sun dipped into the horizon, bathing the world in brilliant orange, purple and blue light. The lifeboat was long gone. Apparently his job of tying the boat up hadn’t held. Damn it. He’d have to walk to False Cape. He kicked a rock and headed due south down the main road. Cars sped past him and honked. He sighed. Just his luck. He wouldn’t die on the sea. No, he’d be picked off by a Model T.
A rumble grabbed his attention. The car behind him didn’t seem to want to leave him alone. He turned and waved. “Go around.”
The car stopped and Killian’s blood chilled. He’d managed to dodge the cops on his way back to the docks. So much for dodging.
“Are you John Thomas?” An elderly man stood in the open top car. He tipped his hat. “I’m looking for a John Thomas.”
Killian stopped and stared at the driver. “Who inquires?”
“Nelson Moyer requests your presence at a special supper being given tonight at nine. This dinner is for your benefit and he’d be honored at your attendance.”
“No, no. I can’t.” He refused to see Sarah being paraded around by that ass, Isaiah.
“You must, sir. His daughter will be there as well and also requests your attendance.”
She might want him there, but she’d still be with her beau. “No, thank you. Give them my kind regards.”
“You’d better come.” The man left the car and strode up to Killian. “Master Moyer is announcing the engagement of his daughter. You should be there in order to accept the congratulations. Come along.” The man grabbed Killian’s arm. “I’ll drive you there.”
“Or jail.” He couldn’t wrap his mind around what was happening. His daughter’s engagement…to him? Her father wanted him to marry Sarah?
“Come now. Even a wild spirit must give in and trust from time to time.”
“Let’s head to the mansion.” Killian sat beside the older man and stared at the bug-splotched windscreen. The man had almost quoted Sarah. He wasn’t sure why he trusted his elder, but he did.
“Good thinking.”
“I’ve read the stories of your exploits in the newspaper. You’re quite the rogue.” The man sped down the main thoroughfare, whizzing past other motorists. “I’m honored to be escorting the great Captain Killian Thomas. Don’t pretend with me. Mr Moyer has followed you for the last few years.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t be on this ride.” Killian grabbed the door and debated flinging himself out of the car.
“And risk Miss Sarah’s heart? Here we are.” He sped onto the driveway and parked. “The lavatory is located off the kitchen if you need to use it.”
“Thanks.” Killian climbed out. His legs wobbled. The motor vehicle was worse than a month on rough seas. He headed in the direction of the kitchen. In moments, he found the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands. He didn’t look like the great captain in the papers. He looked old. The creases around his eyes had deepened and his face was gaunt. He sighed and glanced over at the door. The dinner had to be a set-up. Someone would call the law and have his ass. He’d offered himself up by taking her home.
“Where is our guest?” came a voice in the hallway.
Other voices spoke, but he couldn’t understand what they said.
The door to the restroom opened and Delia smiled at him.
“Hello,” he said, not sure what else to say.
She cocked her hand on her hip and leaned on the doorframe, keeping him in the bathroom. “It’s funny, seeing you here. When I left Boston, I assumed you’d come after me. I never suspected you wouldn’t or that I’d run into you in Norfolk. It took almost ten years. I truly never thought you’d find me.”
“I became a pirate because of you,” he confessed. “Wasn’t my plan, but it happened.”
“Me? You’re a legend because of me?” Her eyes widened and she clasped her hands together. “I’m honored.”
“You wanted riches I couldn’t afford. When you left, I swore I’d get them. I’d do whatever I needed to in order to make you happy. I joined up with others who shared my views. I never dreamed I’d find you. Years went by and I realized I didn’t need you.”
“You weren’t looking for me, it appears.” Venom laced her voice. “You never truly wanted me to be your girl and to sail the seas with you.”
“I was nursing a broken heart.” How could she even think he wanted her to join him? He’d moved on because she’d left him. Looking back, she hadn’t meant as much to him as he’d once thought.
“You and I had fun, but we’d never have worked out. I need stability and a home on solid ground. If I’d have known you’d become famous, I might have changed my needs. You can’t commit to anyone or anything without water involved.” Delia’s eyes narrowed and she stepped into his personal space. “You used to tell me you loved me. Was it a lie? A reason to get me to make love to you?”
“I truly loved you.” At one time, his heart had ached for her. Not now.
“Then love me again.” She threw herself into Killian’s arms. “Sarah isn’t important to you. She’s a passing fancy.”
“No.” Killian nudged her out of the way and left the stuffy air of the bathroom. “You walked away from me because you wanted money. I know where I stand with you. Don’t you love Freddie?”
Her lip curled in a sneer. Apparently he’d pricked her conscience by mentioning her beau. Delia grabbed his arm. “You kidnapped Sarah. She hates you for putting her through that ordeal.”
“I love her,” he blurted. Sarah hated him? He knew better, but he wasn’t sure.
“Ah, yes. You love Sarah. The perfect and wonderful Sarah.” Delia pushed him against the wall. “She might like you now, but she’ll realize what you are. You’re nothing but a filthy pirate. She’ll want the grand life she’s used to and you’ll be useless.”
“I suppose I will.” Killian noticed a shadow moving across the floor. When he glanced to his right, he saw the reason for the shadow.
“Excuse me.” Sarah crept farther into the hallway. “I’m sorry to interrupt this interlude, but it’s time for supper.” She turned on her heel and hurried away from them.
“Sarah, wait.” Killian moved Delia aside.
Her cackle followed him as he quickstepped his way to the woman he loved.
“Sarah.”
Sarah disappeared into a side room. She wasn’t going to evade him now. He stopped in the doorway. Apparently, Delia stuck with them.
“He’s a scoundrel,” Delia snorted. “He’ll break your heart the way he broke mine.”
“Delia, you’re excused.” Sarah whipped around and glared at Delia. “Go.”
With her head bowed, Delia left them alone. She didn’t close the door.
“Sarah, I’m sorry.” He didn’t care who heard him. “I’ve got a past with Delia, yes. Ten years ago, she was my girl. I should’ve said something. I’m very sorry, love.”
“How?” Sarah folded her arms.
The gown she’d chosen accentuated her breasts with the ribbon pulled tight just below her bust. The neckline gave him a nice view of her cleavage and the blush creeping into her décolletage.
“You and I barely exchanged last names.” She dropped her voice to a whisper. Hurt swam in her eyes. “I’m angry, yes, because I don’t like to think about you with anyone else.”
He understood exactly how she felt. He’d been granted the sweetest gift when she’d given him her virginity. Above all, he loved Sarah with his entire heart. “Delia is in my past. You’re my future.”
Sarah sat backward on the bench of a grand piano. “Delia isn’t happy unless she’s creating drama. I’m used to her theatrics. She’d make actresses jealous.” She dropped her hands onto her lap. “Did you mean what you said? You love me?”
“I do.” He’d never said truer words.
“Even after only a few days at sea?”
“I’m a pirate, but I’ve got a heart. When I left here,
my heart broke. I didn’t think you wanted me. I understand there are so many things we don’t know and so many mistakes we could make. I’m not sure we’re meant to go the distance, but I really want to find out. Will you allow me to find out?” He’d get down on his knees if that’s what she wanted.
“I’m angry with you.” She pursed her lips to hide the growing smile.
“You’ve said that.” He dropped to one knee before her.
“I’m jealous.” She averted her gaze. “I want what we have to be special.”
“It is, love.” He slipped her hands into his. “Very much so.”
“I want to slap you, but I believe you. I’m soft in the head, but I love you, too. It’s very fast and I shouldn’t because you did kidnap me.”
“I’ll beg your forgiveness for that for the rest of my life.” He touched her cheek, smoothing his fingers over her silky skin.
“My mother always said fate intervenes when we least expect it. From the moment I saw you on the docks, I knew we’d have a connection. Father believes we’re going to be married.”
“I want to marry you—if you’ll have me.” His heart beat a wild tattoo. She could still turn him down.
“You own my heart as well. Yes, I want to be your bride.” She scooted off the bench and onto his lap. “Should we tell Father he’s right?”
“I’m sure he knows.” Killian sat on the rug and held her tight. “We should go to dinner, though.”
“Not yet.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, first on the lips then on the throat, cheeks and chin. “I love you, Captain Killian Thomas.”
“And I love you, Miss Sarah Moyer.” He met her kiss for kiss. “So much.”
Sarah smiled and her chest heaved when she breathed. Dear heaven, she was beautiful—especially in his arms. She palmed his chest. “Now we can go to dinner.”
Sarah climbed off his lap and once he stood, she held his hand. Finally her world righted on its axis. She allowed him to escort her into the formal dining room. Instead of Delia, Frederick and Isaiah joining the feast, only her father sat at the head of the table.
“Where is everyone?” she asked and sat on the chair Killian pulled out for her.
“They have other duties to attend to.” Nelson stood and waved his hand over the chair at his right. “I’m glad you both could join me.” He extended his hand to Killian. “I rather like having an outlaw as a soon-to-be in-law. Sit. The cook will be bringing in the roasted chicken in a moment. Welcome to the family.”
Killian eased onto the chair and cast a worried glance at Sarah. “Thank you, Mr Moyer. I’m glad you’ve accepted me.” He toyed with the silver. “I don’t have a ring to give your daughter and I’m wanted for theft. Is that the type of man you want in your family?”
Nelson snorted. He sat and folded his hands. “You do remember I’m wealthy. A self-made man.” He nodded to a piece of paper on the table.
Sarah leaned in her seat to see what was written on the page. She didn’t care if Killian had a ring for her. The fact he’d acknowledged their love was enough for her.
“According to that document, you’re wanted for theft on the high seas. I’ve sent a telegram to the police in Boston. I’m paying the amounts you’re claimed to have stolen. I’m sure you’ll still be wanted, but I can’t make a warrant go away.”
“Why would you do that?” Killian sank back in his seat. His face paled.
“Father?” Sarah wasn’t sure what else to say.
“I’m doing this because I want to ensure my daughter is safe. In return for my generosity, you’re agreeing to marry my daughter.” Nelson raised both hands. “I’m not selling her off. Consider it a dowry.”
“I’ve already asked her.” Killian stared at Nelson. “She said yes.”
“I did,” Sarah interjected.
“Then my work here is done. I’m told you have a yacht, no? That would be a fine place for a wedding. It won’t be legal, but I’m not worried about legalities.” Nelson picked up the bottle of champagne chilling in a silver bucket. “I’m adding you and Sarah to my will. In the event of my death, my wealth goes to the two of you and your expected heirs.”
“Father.” She rubbed her stomach. “It’s a little early to be thinking of heirs.”
The cook brought in a gigantic serving platter, overloaded with sliced chicken. Another platter, featuring different sliced breads was placed beside Sarah. The maid added a bowl of cut green beans to the spread, as well as a ceramic dish of potatoes.
“Thank you, ladies.” Nelson turned his attention back to Sarah and Killian. “I’ve seen the way you look at each other. Reminds me of the way I looked at Dot.” He popped the cork on the champagne. “There will be little ones soon enough. Here’s to those little ones and a happy marriage for their parents. May you have love for the rest of your lives.”
“You’re serious, Father?” She couldn’t believe her ears.
“I am.” Nelson jabbed his fork into the chicken slice. “Now eat up. We’re celebrating.”
Sarah filled her plate and snuck glances at Killian. Every time she looked at him, the love in her heart grew. Her life had come full-circle in less than a week. Everything she wanted was coming true.
Chapter Nine
Killian ate his food, but tasted little of the delicacies. His pirating ways were bound to catch up with him. Had to. Pirates didn’t get happily ever afters. He was a nice guy with a good heart, but he’d robbed and given part of the money to people who needed a little help. Still, someone would find him out and turn him in.
“Where is your ship?” Nelson wiped his mouth with his napkin. “I assume it’s nearby.”
“I had him send it to False Cape.” Sarah shrugged. “I thought it would help.”
“Good thinking.” Nelson placed his silver on the plate. “We need to get you two back to the ship as soon as possible. Sarah, be sure to pack a bag full of what you need. Killian, if there’s anything I can help you with at this moment, do tell me.”
“May I be excused?” Sarah asked.
When Nelson waved his hand, she scooted away from the table and hurried out of the room.
“I—I’ve got plenty.” Killian nodded once. “Thank you for your kindness. I’m sure the boat will be to False Cape soon. Andrews is a competent captain.”
“Good.” Nelson pushed his chair from the table. “I thought I had selected a hearty husband for my daughter. Instead of my choosing, I’m glad she picked a man more suited to her needs.”
“I hope I am good enough for her.”
“You’re a good man, despite what you do. Think about things this way—businessmen are mostly sharks trying to make a dollar off the backs of someone else. Some give their money to charity, but most simply want money for the sake of being rich. I did. I’m seeing things a little differently.”
“Different can be good.” Killian stood. “I don’t think I’ve followed the crowd since I was a little boy.”
“Nothing wrong with being yourself.” Nelson escorted Killian through the house. “This place was built for my wife, Dot. I wanted her to live comfortably. The day she died, I hid myself away in this house. I focused on the business and making money. Sarah ended up being ignored because I was hurt.” He clapped Killian on the shoulder. “I don’t talk about my Dot much. Don’t talk about my personal life. Consider yourself important.”
“I do.” For the first time in a long while, he felt like he belonged. The crew was a good family—with Sarah, he’d be complete.
“You’ve got a place to stay whenever you’re in Norfolk. I don’t want you and my daughter to be strangers. My house is a safe place for you. Understood?”
Killian wobbled on his feet. He couldn’t have asked for a better circumstance. “Thank you.” He didn’t deserve such kindness but he wouldn’t turn it down.
Sarah hurried into the room with the butler at her heels. He carried a large trunk, no doubt stuffed with her things.
“I’m ready,”
she puffed. “Ready.”
“Green? Bring the car around.” Nelson plucked his fedora from the hat rack. “I believe it’s time for a drive.”
Sarah followed her father as Killian carried her trunk to the front porch. What did she have in there? An anchor? The butler brought the car around and Killian placed the luggage on the platform at the back of the car.
“I had that added on in case I wanted to bring home large parcels,” Nelson proclaimed. “Comes in handy.”
“Sure does,” Green, the butler, replied.
“We’re heading to False Cape, Green.” Nelson climbed into the front seat beside the butler.
Killian helped Sarah into the back seat. Footsteps thumped on the walkway. “Stop!”
Sarah frowned. “Isaiah.”
Killian sat beside his fiancée. “Problem, my good man?”
“The problem is you.” Isaiah grabbed the door handle and yanked.
Frederick burst down the front steps.
“Hold that man!” Frederick charged the car. “I know what you’ve done.”
“What?” Sarah asked. She folded her arms. “Calm down and tell us whatever was done.”
“He made lewd comments to my Delia.” Frederick waved his fist in Killian’s face. “Rotten pirate.”
“Stand down,” Nelson snarled. “Ask your Delia exactly what was said. You’ll find it was the hysterics of a woman with child. Go or neither of you will have positions at Moyer House once I return.”
Frederick paled. He retreated to the house, glancing back at the car twice.
Isaiah stood firm. He shook his head. “Lewd comments to a lady. Breaking the heart of another and trying to steal her away from her fiancé. You should be ashamed, but I know who I’m talking to. A pirate.” Isaiah narrowed his eyes. “I’ve alerted the law. They’re on their way to arrest you.”
“Then it is quite a shame Mr Thomas isn’t here.” Nelson clapped Green’s shoulder. “Onward. Oh, and, Mr Landry, I’ve not forgotten you in my will.”
Green sped down the drive, leaving Isaiah in the dust.