Back in the bedroom, Phoebe lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Gavin's words echoed in her mind, leaving her confused, yet her heart remained unmoved.
What did he mean by saying she was his?
How could that be? Didn't it matter to him that she'd been with another man? That she was carrying another man's child? Don't men usually care about these things?
A man as dazzling as him certainly wouldn't be lacking in women around him.
How sincere was he? She couldn't tell.
She turned on her side, her mind in turmoil, but quickly shook her head.
What was the point of thinking about it? Her heart already belonged to Alexander, whether he was genuine or not. She could never accept Gavin, even if he didn't care about her past—she did.
Besides, once she left tomorrow, she'
