Page 110 of Lost in a Good Book (Thursday Next 2)

'You're married?'

'No'

'But you said—?'

'Yes, I did,' I retorted as drily as I could. 'Confusing, isn't it?'

'This is very bad PR,' muttered Cordelia darkly, sitting on the edge of the desk to steady herself. 'The leading light of SpecOps knocked up in a bus shelter by someone she doesn't even know!'

'Cordelia, it's not like that, and I wasn't "knocked up" – and who mentioned anything about bus shelters? Perhaps the best thing would be if you kept this under your hat and we pretended that Bowden never said anything.'

'Sorry.'

Cordelia leapt to her feet.

'Good thinking, Next. We can tell everyone you have water retention or an eating disorder brought on by stress.' Her face fell. 'No, that won't work. The Toad will see through it like a shot. Can't you get married really quickly to someone? What about Bowden? Bowden, would you do the decent thing for the sake of SpecOps?'

'I'm seeing someone over at SpecOps 13,' replied Bowden hurriedly.

'Blast!' muttered Flakk. 'Thursday, any ideas?'

But this was an aspect of Bowden I knew nothing about.

'You never told me you were seeing someone over at SO-13!'

'I don't have to tell you everything.'

'But I'm your partner, Bowden!'

'Well, you never told me about Miles.'

'Miles?' exclaimed Cordelia. 'The oh-so-handsome-to-die-for Miles Hawke?'

'Thanks, Bowden.'

'Sorry.'

'That's wonderful!' exclaimed Cordelia, clapping her hands together. 'A dazzling couple! "SpecOps wedding of the year!" This is worth soooooo much coverage! Does he know?'

'No. And you're not going to tell him. And what's more – Bowden – it might not even be his.'

'Which puts us back to square one again!' responded Cordelia in a huff. 'Stay here. I'm going to fetch this chap and his daughter. Bowden, don't let her out of your sight!'

And she was gone.

Bowden stared at me for a moment and then asked:

'Do you really believe the baby is Landen's?'

'I'm hoping.'

'You're not married, Thurs. You might think you are but you're not. I looked at the records Landen Parke-Laine died in 1947.'

'This time he did. My father and I went—'

'You don't have a father, Thursday. There is no record of anyone on your birth certificate. I think maybe you should speak to one of the stressperts.'

'And end up doing comedy stand-up, arranging pebbles or counting blue cars? No thanks.'

Source: www.allfreenovel.com