Francesca reached for Jonas so that he could help her up, but he shot her a stern look and she let her hands drop to her lap.
“I’m not hurt, Jonas.”
“You’ve been out here for hours without proper clothes and even you aren’t immune to the effects of this weather. We need to get you somewhere warm.”
He moved his hands down from her shoulders to her waist to try to lift her to her feet, and she yelped in pain.
She was in too much pain to protest or to insist that everything was fine, and she was relieved that Jonas had been the one to find her so that she didn’t have to feel ashamed about it.
There was no way that Jonas was going to believe her when she told him she didn’t stop because of the pain, but that was the truth. She had been feeling rundown, but she had only waited there becaus
