“People change, Jules. And he’s changed.” She stood and leaned over, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head. “There’s always a catalyst for change in a man as independent and strong as one like Ruben Dubois.” She lifted my chin with her fingers. “I can bet I know what’s taming his beast. Or rather who.” She patted my cheek and left the living room toward the den that we’d made into a guest bedroom while she and Dad were here.
