“And since that’s not going to happen, there’s nothing left to talk about. Let me know if you need help finding your way back to town.”

“I can’t…I can’t just let this go. This is too important.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m not giving you the rights to a plant that grows on my property. If I want to make something out of it, I’ll hire a chemist or…perfume maker. Whatever I need.”

“I’m a chemist and a perfumer. Let me just explain something to you. Almost all perfumes and certainly all body lotions are composed of synthetic ingredients. You don’t need these flowers to make a good, quality product. Using an essential oil is extremely costly and, frankly, isn’t worth it when you’re just making toiletries for your hotel. It’s only worth it if you’re going to have a luxury perfume.”

“Got it. Thanks for that.” He gave her a look that said, We done?

“You really won’t make a deal with me, even after I’ve explained that you’ve got no use for it?”

“Nope. I won’t. And now I’m getting back to work.”

“Plowing up more lyantha?”

He put his thumb and forefinger together. “Just a tiny bit more.”

Her expression, as she took in the meadow, hit him right in the solar plexus. This mattered to her.

Had anything ever mattered this much to him?

He thought about the way he’d bailed on Owl Hoot…just stopped paying attention to it. The same with designing Olympic half pipes. He’d moved on without even thinking about his team or the design company.

He climbed back on the bulldozer and turned the key. It roared to life, but the woman didn’t budge, her focus on the meadow.

“Hey.” He shouted, but she couldn’t hear him over the rumble of the engine. Dammit.

But then she turned to him, her face glowing with inspiration. Pink flooded her cheeks, and she gave him a smile so beautiful it made his heart pound. She waved him over.

He cut the engine and jumped off the machine. “What?”

“How about this? What if my family uses the flowers for House of Villeneuve, but we have an exclusive contract with you to provide the toiletries for your spa? You’d be the only hotel in the world that offered our products.” Her smile widened. “And we wouldn’t charge you for it.”

He liked the way her mind worked. “As long as I get a percentage of the profits, I’d take a deal like that all day long.”

Happiness flooded her features. “Yes.”

“This means a lot to you.”