Captain Swan - Wild at Heart

Chapter Four

Emma pressed her forehead against the window, watching her breath fog up the small area of glass as her cheek rested on her fist. The clouds were dissipating and the sun was shining through the clear azure sky as she watched the distance between the yellow bug and the tall buildings of Boston grow wider and wider through the passenger mirror.

She wasn't sure what she did to deserve this. Sure, she's made some mistakes in her life, but she's also put up with everything and rarely ever complained about anything. She’d always seen the look on her parents’ faces when they were proud of her, it was just too damn difficult to disappoint them. So one could say that everything she's done was to see their proud, happy smiles. Everything she'd ever done was for her parents. Even now, she was not to trying to get to Walsh because she wanted to marry him. She was going back to him because she wanted to see her parents be blissfully happy watching their daughter walk down the aisle.

“It's too bloody quiet. What do say we listen to some tunes?” Killian’s voice pulled Emma from her thoughts, but as he asked her the question he was already turning on the radio and changing the station to heavy metal.

Emma frowned, turning her head to narrow her eyes at him. “How about we don't and say we did?”

“What's the problem, Nolan? Not a fan of music?”

“No, I'm not a fan of these people considering themselves musicians when all they do is scream into their microphones.”

Killian sighed and changed the station. “Maybe you just don't have good taste in music.”

“Yeah, what would I know about music?” She asked sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “I started playing the piano when I was four and by the time I was ten I could play the flute, cello and violin and won first place in various international competitions as well as playing piano at the Carnegie hall. And that was on top of the gymnastics, swimming and fencing classes I took. So you're right, what the hell do I know about having good taste in music?” Emma veered her eyes towards her window again, watching the trees pass by in a blur.

She could feel Killian's gaze on her and there was a brief pause before he spoke in an impressed tone. “Ah, well then I underestimated you, Nolan. But it's easy to accomplish those things when your parents can afford all of those classes and extracurricular activities. Most children are not as privileged.” He spoke the words as though he knew far too well what is was like to be underprivileged.

She shot her eyes at him, glaring at the bastard. Making her feel sorry for him after he kidnapped and blackmailed her was not going to work. “Money did not make me talented in those things. Dedication, focus and practice - a few things you obviously know nothing about.”

“So you think… well guess what princess, you know nothing about me,” he said quietly, offended. “I'll have you know, I'm skilled at many things and I didn't need classes or money to be good at them,” Killian almost snarled through his teeth as he turned the volume up on the radio. At least the music wasn't as bad. Classic rock was something she could bare to listen to.

Emma turned the music down so she could ask the question that had been blooming in her brain since he mentioned it. “So tell me, if money's not important to you, as you say it's not, then what do you need $500,000 for?”

Killian turned up the volume again and spoke louder. “It's none of your business.” He started whistling along with the music, obviously trying to avoid anything else she might be inclined to ask him.

Emma pouted, crossing her arms over her chest as he continued to sing. She had to admit he had a pleasant voice, he knew how to hold a tune at least. She sank back in her chair and closed her eyes, wishing for this trip to over as soon as possible.