She considered how to phrase the suggestion. “You’re stressed out, Mr. Knight. Anyone could see that.”
His expression didn’t change. “I’d be less stressed if you agreed to listen to my presentation.”
“Or,” she held up a finger, indicating for him to stop and listen, “you could stay here for a couple weeks and avail yourself of the perks of Sanctuary. Try out a different pace of life, and see how you like it. I think you might surprise yourself.”
Two weeks would be enough time to ease his tension and lessen the shadows behind his unfathomable blue eyes. Enough time to bring him around to her way of seeing things. Sanctuary was a place to heal, and he was a prime candidate.
“During those two weeks, you can do your best to convince me to sell.” She wasn’t risking anything, because there was no way on earth he could possibly tempt her. “What do you say?”
She waited for him to agree. If the acquisition of her land meant as much to him as he said it did, a few weeks of his time wouldn’t be too high a price to pay.
He was frowning. “I appreciate you trying to meet me part way, but that doesn’t suit me. I can’t take two weeks off work.”
So she was right. He was a chronic workaholic. Knew it. Still, she was disappointed not to have the opportunity to steer him in the right direction. She swallowed a mouthful of tea, along with her regret, and set the mug down.
“Then I’m sorry, but our business together is done.” She stood. “Feel free to stay until you finish your coffee, but I have things to do.” She left without looking back, reminding herself that she couldn’t save someone who didn’t want to be saved.