Free Ruined by the Pirate by Wendi Zwaduk

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