He scowls but doesn’t start ranting about how irresponsible I am. Instead, he asks, “You all right?”
“Yes.”
Jonas’s scowl deepens as he turns his gaze to Isak. If Isak’s bothered by the close inspection, he doesn’t show it, but Maja shoots Jonas a death glare so intense, it’ll probably make his blood freeze to absolute zero. Jonas makes an effort and relaxes his face.
“Thanks for helping him,” he says, even managing to sound like he means it. He turns to me, voice softening. “I really was worried.”
“So was I for a moment,” I say. “But lucky for me, Isak found me.”
“That’s great. Give me the key. I’ll drive, and you can rest your foot. Need to see a doctor?”
I shake my head and hand it over. Maja squeezes my arm before letting go. “Nice to meet you, Isak. I’m sure I’ll see you around.
