Another apology was on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed it down. If he said it was okay, she had to trust it was. Marcus didn’t lie to her, Fiona knew that. Just like how she knew his scowl wasn’t something she had to be afraid of, it was just his face.
“What I wrote about my flower, Tracey was talking to me and asking if I grew other things, and how she would be interested in buying some of the plants and herbs and things that I grow for her apothecary.” She drew in a breath, wanting to get it all out before she ran out of steam. “I thought maybe that might be… doable, as a kind of job.”
Did she need a job? No. But she wanted to do something to help out. Not that he needed her help, or asked for it, but he’d always done so much for her that the scales were incredibly unbalanced.