"Lyle, Arabella." Lyle's mum greeted hugging us both tightly.
"It's nice to see you again Mrs Armel."
"Oh no, call me Jessica." I smiled in response. "I hope you don't mind, we will be eating straight away. Matteo and Savino have business to attend to after our meal."
"That's fine." Lyle smiled. When I looked over my shoulder I could see how forced the smile really was.
Jessica showed us through to the dining room. It was large, the oval wooden table taking up most of the space. The two men were standing in the corner talking in a hushed tone. I felt Lyle tense behind me. My hand came up over his on my waist, threading my fingers through his I felt him relax, a little.
"I will go bring in dinner, Lyle can introduce you." His mother looked on edge, so did Lyle again.
"Lyle." The older
