Full Steam Ahead (Sea Swept #1) Read Online Free PDF

here. Let me know what you want, and I’ll bring them over.”
    “What a gentleman,” Parker teases, making me smile. I take orders, then turn to Georgia. She’s staring off the side of the ship at the ocean with her closed-off expression, the one that makes her look snobby. Now that I’m getting a close-up, though, she looks less cold than … fractured.
    “Hey,” I say, my voice coming out gentle. Georgia turns her head to focus on me, but her sea-colored gaze is still a million miles away. “What do you want on your burger?” I ask.  
    Georgia stares at me a moment, then shakes her head.
    “Thanks, but I’m not hungry,” she says, and stands. “I’ll be right back, y’all.” She picks up her bag and heads towards the doors that lead inside the boat to the elevators, the opposite direction of the buffet.
    God, she’s frustrating. Why did she get so upset when Dan mentioned how rich her family is? And if she and Hunter had such a friendly break-up, as they both claim, why does she look so wrecked?  
    The best question, of course, is why I even care. I shake my head and go get the burgers. When I return, tray loaded, I’m not surprised that Georgia is still missing. All she left behind was one of the white pool towels that belong to the cruise ship. By now she’s probably in the cabin reading whatever it was she wouldn’t show me earlier.
    What the hell is her deal?

Chapter 4
    Georgia

    Hunter’s suite makes me queasy.  
    For one thing, it’s gorgeous. It’s also six times the size of my own cabin, with a living room area, a bathroom you can actually move around in, and a killer veranda overlooking the glassy Atlantic.  
    The Kappas and Alphas have crowded into the suite, most of them piling onto the balcony to watch the blazing sunset that has left the sky a painter’s palette of red, gold, and purple. It reminds me of a painting by Georgia O’Keefe. I have three of her prints hanging above my bed at the sorority house, reminders of the career aspirations I used to have.  
    Dan Friedman, one of the Alpha brothers, hooks up his iPhone to a speaker set, and a bass-heavy song blasts through the room. Everyone starts dancing, passing around a tequila bottle that Hunter stowed away in his luggage. I didn’t want to come up to the suite, but Yasmin and Parker wouldn’t let me stay in my room-dungeon. And I guess I should keep up appearances that Hunter and I had an amicable split.
    Sill, I wish I were in my room reading. Just before I boarded the plane this morning I downloaded the latest sequel in my favorite zombie series, The Dead Awake , and today at the pool I only got through chapter 1.  
    I haven’t told anyone except Yasmin that I read zombie novels. My mother would be horrified, no doubt; I can hear her lecturing me about how Cantwell women don’t read trash . And the one time I mentioned a zombie book around Hunter’s family they all stared at me like I was crazed, a zombie myself. I pretended it was a reading assignment for a literature class and never brought it up again.  
    But I figure everyone has her own inner weirdness, right? These books are one of the only things that take my mind off of my mess of a life, so even though I can’t really afford the three dollars for the book, I paid it. Those stories are my little pills of escape, in novel form.
    “God, this stateroom is the best!” says Chloe, one of my Kappa sisters. She hands me the tequila bottle and, though I know I shouldn’t, I take a long swig before handing it back.  
    “Totally.” I sound stiff, but thankfully Chloe’s distracted when her boyfriend Pete catches her around the waist. They head out onto the balcony, and my gaze follows them before pausing on Hunter, who’s hip to hip with Kelsey by the railing. She’s wearing an adorable red dress with a sweetheart neckline. It’s designer, the kind of dress people expect me to wear because everyone thinks my family is so rich. We’re not.  
    The Cantwells