“You’re a stubborn old man,” Elise grumbled as Jorgen shook his head at her.
“I’m the stubborn one? I already told you no once.” Jorgen retorted, looking as harassed as he felt.
“Jorgen, please. Please? I know you love this place, but…” Elise wheedled, even though she already knew he was going to refuse her again.
“Miss Elise, the Ragland Ward is my home. What would I do out in the country other than grow fatter and more bored?” the old monk shook his head at her, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t need to retire.”
He softened a little, seeing her worried expression, “But...perhaps I will hire on some help, as you say. I know you are busy.”
Elise deflated at this, looking guilty as well as worried now, and said, “Jorgen, you know I want to be here more.”
“Of course, every you
