Oh. Well that was another matter entirely. He'd half stuck his foot in his mouth by making an assumption, but he supposed he had never thought Dahlia would want to take on the business in addition to everything else married life entailed.

Stopping their walk, he turned to face her, glad for the ring on her finger and the allowance to show affection in public. "It's not foolish, or silly," he assured her with a soft smile, his free hand tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear and followed it up by tripping her chin up to look at him. "I shouldn't have assumed. You're more than welcome into the shop if that's what you would like. I have no expectations for how you want to spend your time. Just promise you won't get sick of me." Quin teased gently. It could happen. He was a mess more days than not, relying on his very capable manager to handle the business side of things, leaving him to handle the creative aspects.