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“Sit.” Rachel punctuated the snapped order by pointing at the sofa in Rebecca’s living room.
Jonah’s expression turned mutinous, but before he could spout whatever nonsense he thought would justify staying on his feet any longer, she stepped into him and poked him in his massive chest.
“Don’t even think about arguing with me. I might not be able to haul you around bodily, but I had to endure your mother-henning, so you will damned well endure mine.”
After the exertion of changing into the fresh clothes Brax had brought, his face was too pale, and his arm was covered in bandages. She knew the burns hurt, and he needed to be still. To rest and recover. And she needed a quiet shower later to finish falling apart now that the worst was over.
“But—”
“Jonah.” She softened her tone and l
