Lydia would keep apologizing, if it would help. She didn't want to read his mind, trust her. Hearing about his wife only causes her to frown. "I'm sorry." She supposed she could understand her thinking that. They did spend a lot of time together. For work, but he was also her friend.
"Would it help if I told her there wasn't anything going on?" She kind of doubted it, but she didn't want to jeopardize his marriage. "You know if it helps, I can work somewhere else."