Sail Away with Me – Seaport Read Online Heidi McLaughlin

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Embark on a captivating seaside romance by Heidi McLaughlin, the New York Times bestselling author of Forever My The Motion Picture. Experience the magic of a beachside romance, where love and adventure collide against the picturesque backdrop of Seaport. When Sail's reckless lifestyle catches up with him, his father forces him to return to his hometown of Seaport for the summer. Determined to pay off his debts, Sail plans to win a high-stakes sailing competition and return to his party-filled Miami lifestyle. However, everything changes when he meets Galvin at her father's diner. Sparks fly instantly, but their differing circumstances threaten to pull them apart.As Sail and Galvin spend their days sailing the open waters and their nights exploring Seaport, their connection deepens. Sail is determined to make Galvin fall in love with him, while Galvin tries to guard her heart against the inevitable goodbye. Can their love overcome the challenges of their conflicting lives?

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Sail Carter groaned and rolled over to push his face into his pillow. The motion had his stomach performing a ten out of ten gymnastics routine. He sat up quickly, regretting it instantly when he felt his temples threaten to explode and his forehead pound so hard he thought someone was stepping on his head.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he hung his head below his knees. Blindly, he reached for the small garbage can he kept next to his bed. He opened one eye and peered at it, making sure it was in the right location before he heaved the liquid contents of his stomach into it. When nothing came, he stood gingerly, testing his weight on the balls of his heels before traversing the mess on his bedroom floor.

His hand touched the knob of his door, twisting the metal until the latch released. Sail pulled his door open, hard. Much harder than he needed and smacked the corner of the door into his bare toe. He cursed again and leaned into the wall for support as he made his way down the hall to the bathroom.

Sail slumped against the door for support. He thought about knocking, but the idea left his brain as fast as it had entered. He twisted the doorknob, fell into the bathroom, and collapsed in a heap on the cold tile, and likely dirty, floor.

The cold felt good though, and the idea of moving made him queasy. Sail either needed to puke the alcohol up or find food. A plate of greasy hash browns would do the trick, along with a strong cup of black coffee.

Sail stared at the toilet, the walls, and then shook his head. He was a mess, and the new school year had just started. He hadn’t gone back to Seaport over the summer, opting to stay in Miami and party.

The three Bs of the summer had been everything he’d hoped for: beaches, babes, and boats. The fourth b—booze—was an added luxury as far as he was concerned. He and his friends had spent every day lounging on a friend's yacht, either docked or out in the water, just beyond the reach of the average swimmer. Besides, there were sharks in the water there, and it was never safe for someone to swim that far out. When the month of August reared its ugly head, everyone agreed they’d slow down.

They hadn’t.

The partying increased, especially when the freshman arrived.

Sail’s hand combed over the tile floor in search of his phone. He was certain he had a class to get to, but when he tried to remember which one, his mind was fuzzy. Hell, he couldn’t even recall what day of the week it was and for all he knew, it was Saturday, and he could go back to bed.

A fist pounded on the door. “Hurry up, man. I gotta shit,” the voice on the other side said.

“I’m in the shower. Go downstairs.” The throbbing intensified. He held his head in his hands and groaned. A shower would help wake him up, then he’d get some coffee, and head to class.

Sail turned, leaned over the tub, and turned the water on. While it ran, he splashed his face with the cool water and then slapped his cheek twice to get himself moving. When another fist pounded on the door, Sail hauled his ass up.

At least to sit on the edge of the tub.

“I’m naked.” He warned whichever of his fraternity brothers was at the door. Thankfully, they didn’t knock again, which gave Sail a bit of a reprieve. He stood, looked at his bloodshot eyes in the mirror, and wondered just how fucked up he got last night. The last thing he remembered was doing a keg stand and someone betting him a hundred dollars. For what? He had no clue and also had no idea if he won or lost.

He undressed and stepped into the shower. The water felt good and did its job to wake him up a bit. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind he’d struggle through the day though. Sail stood under the water for a long time contemplating life. His head hurt, his stomach was sour, and he had zero desire to do anything.

After washing his hair and body, he felt slightly better. He could at least face the day and its challenges without giving up right away. Sail rinsed off the soap, got out and dried off. He picked his clothes up off the floor without falling over, which was a win in his book this morning. When he opened the bathroom door, he expected to find a line of men holding themselves and doing the potty dance, but the hall was empty.

Back in his room, he surveyed the mess on the floor. He had only moved back in a couple of weeks ago and already the mess was out of control. Among the pile of dirty clothes were his books, takeout cartons, and beer cans. He picked up a shirt, scrunched his nose, and let it drop from his hand. Thankfully, Sail found a clean pair of boxers—at least he hoped they were clean—a pair of shorts and a shirt that looked and smelled okay.

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