Songbird (A Sinclair Story #1) Read Online Free

shouting to be heard over the raging winds. “Turn
your head away if you can.”
    Taking
off her jacket, she wrapped it around her hand and smashed the corner of the
window furthest from the woman. She pulled the rest of the glass out. After
shrugging the warm coat back on, she reached through to check for a pulse. One
touch of the cold skin told her it was too late to offer any assistance to the
young girl. From the side she looked no older than sixteen. Damn, two deaths
here tonight.
    Melodee
was just turning away when a small whimper froze her to the spot. Her gasp was
audible as she caught sight of something she’d missed before, a black baby seat
tucked into the right corner of the back seat.   Dropping the bag, she dived around the car, and as luck would have it
the door closest to the baby opened without effort and Melodee found herself
captured by a pair of massive blue eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, how was the
baby so calm, she should be screaming her head off after that crash. Her
calmness gave Melodee a sense of kinship. She, too, stayed composed in tense
situations.
    “Hello,
sweetheart, you’re okay. I’m going to get you out.” She started chatting,
praying the whole time that the little girl with the mass of dark curls was
okay.
    “Holy
shit. What happened?”
    A
male voice had her spinning to fall in a defensive stance in front of the girl.
Out of the snow stepped a god damned Greek god or something. He was massive,
towering over her. His hair was white blond and cut short, but with enough
height to give it style. His unbelievably chiseled and handsome features were
registering concern and horror as he plowed through the deep snow. His eyes
were aqua; their color shone in the dying light.
    “Is
anyone hurt?” he said, almost at her side. The baby was whimpering again, but
Melodee wasn’t sure if he was a threat yet, so she couldn’t turn back to check
on her.
    “Is
that Doug’s car?” he choked out, his eyes flicking toward the SUV across from
them. And then as his light, blue-green eyes focused on her, she knew that this
was Doug’s friend. The one he’d died trying to get to.

 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter 2

 
 
    Nathan huffed as he shoveled
another layer of snow off the front porch of the log cabin – though calling the
three story, two thousand square feet property a cabin was kind of a joke. Only
a Sinclair would refer to it as such. It belonged to him now, part of a massive
trust from his grandparents. It was the reason he was here and not at Justin’s
club opening in Manhattan. With the massive storm moving in, his gramps would
have expected him to lock everything down. He’d loved this farm. Nathan’s
brothers of course were supposed to be meeting him here, but so far not one had
arrived. Assholes were probably busy with their full social calendars. The
Sinclair’s did nothing by halves. And while Nathan was taking a break from all
the shit in his life, the four brothers generally rained terror down on
Syracuse.
    And speaking of late, where the hell is Doug? Nathan glanced down at his watch. He hadn’t expected
his teammate to blow him off. He was supposed to have been here thirty minutes
ago with some supplies. It had been a last minute decision to come to Gramps’
land, so Nathan hadn’t had a chance to grab anything.
    Leaving
the massive wraparound porch, he was heading in to drop the shovel off with
Miguel, the groundskeeper, when a faint crash rang through the trees. Despite
the storm raging around him, the distinct sound of glass and metal colliding
was heard and could only mean one thing. Nathan took off through the trees. He
knew this property as well as any place he had ever lived, and the crash had
sounded from the south embankment. This wouldn’t be the first time cars had
lost control in a storm and crashed down onto his property.
    It
took him about ten minutes, slipping and sliding his way along. He pulled his
cell out, but the storm seemed to have knocked