Jasper sighs. “Eden, you have spent most of your life alone, making decisions for yourself. From what I’ve gathered, you worked around your grandmother and your husband’s rules more than you ever worked with them . . . because they couldn’t be trusted with that control.” I stiffen in his arms, but he just squeezes my nape, like he knows. He knows how unsettling it is to be summarized in just a few pitiful sentences. Gently, he continues, “A few weeks of submission with anyone, no matter how you feel for them, is not going to overcome a lifetime of learned behaviors and distrust.
