Avery couldn’t help the smile of pleasure he got when Lyra kissed him like that in front of his mother. He doubted Dannielle had ever seen Avery exhibit PDA with anyone but his own hand (and that was a trauma he did not need to revisit, thank you.) Lyra seemed to be very good at breaking the ice as she artfully mussed his hair.
“Ah, had to,” he said with a shrug. Maybe tomorrow, he wouldn’t bother. “Did you have a good trip?”
“Yes! You must be tired! Come on through,” Dannielle cut in, taking the opportunity to lead Lyra further into the house towards the kitchen. “You can leave your bags, someone will get them. How would you like some refreshments? Joanna has prepared a lovely fruit platter for us.”
Avery grinned at Lyra behind his mother’s back, slinging an arm around her shoulders so he could kiss her on the ear and then whisper, “Time for the tour.” This was the most relaxed he’d felt the whole time so far.