Carved in Stone (The Stone Series) Read Online Free PDF

arrive.
                  Jeremiah has resumed his pacing while fiddling with his cufflinks. He really is worked up over this meeting.
                  “Jeremiah,” I chide softly. “Stop with the pacing already. You’re going to nail this so calm down.”
    Smiling encouragingly at Jeremiah, I hear Molly behind me as she enters the room announcing their arrival.
    “Gabby?”
    Instantly, recognition hits me - I know that voice. Stunned, I turn around coming face to face with our arrived guest.
    “Caleb?”
     

    Chapter Three
     
    “Well my morning just got a whole lot br ighter,” drawls Caleb, in that smoldering southern accent of his.
                  “Err…you two know each other?” Jeremiah asks, confusion threading through his tone.
                  “Yes, we certainly do,” smiles Caleb, sauntering towards me with a cheeky flirtatious grin on his all too handsome face.
                  Qualifying, I answer, “Yes, Caleb…umm, I mean Mr. Norwood and I have met before, briefly.”
    Shit!
                  Why didn’t I put it together before now? Caleb Norwood is the Mr. Norwood of the Norwood Hotel group. I really have to get my head outa my ass! I’ve been so preoccupied in my own personal pity party this past week I didn’t even make the connection at yesterdays meeting. And let me just add, Caleb Norwood is not the kind of man you could easily forget.
                  An imposing figure at six foot two, inky black hair that’s short at the sides, a little unruly on top and gorgeous illuminating blue eyes that when fixated on you, you feel as if those baby blues are undressing your entire body. A girl would have to be deaf, dumb and blind not to find this man extremely attractive despite his outrageously arrogant and cocky manner. Reluctantly I had to admit, there was something so endearing, engaging about Caleb Norwood. He was literally charm personified.
                  Jeremiah’s head looks as if he’s at a tennis match; his gaze is bouncing back and forth between Caleb and me. Molly, in the mean time, has ushered Ian, Caleb’s PA, I presume, into a seat and is offering him a cup of coffee.
                  Caleb steps in close towards me reaching out grasping my shoulders firmly with both of his warm large hands.
                  “No formalities Gabby, please. It’s Caleb,” he grins, lowering his head and brushing his lips softly across my right cheek.
                  Frozen speechless, I just stare at Caleb like a startled deer caught in the headlights, noting absently that the room has become deathly quiet.
    I kid you not, if someone dropped a pin, you would hear it .
    Awkward.
                  “Norwood, would you mind not manhandling my staff,” grates out an achingly too familiar voice from within the doorway entrance of the conference room.
                  Closing my eyes, I soak up the sound of that heartbreakingly beautiful deep voice as it washes painfully through my heart.
    Fucking hell !
    Why?
    Can someone please tell me why I’m having the worst fucking luck lately?
                  Looking around Caleb, I see Aidan standing just inside the boardroom with his hands fisted by his sides, his strong angled jaw set rigidly, his piercing green emerald eyes glittering hard and cold like icicles and they are narrowed on Caleb.
                  “I wouldn’t call giving this exquisitely beautiful woman a kiss, manhandling Stone,” scoffs Caleb, releasing my arms on a mischievous wink of his eye.
                  Slowly he turns towards Aidan, widening his grin and in challenging taunt he adds, “Why I consider Gabby a dear friend.”
                  “You’ve met her once Norwood,” says Aidan wryly, taking an intimidating step further into the room and closer towards