It took everything Delaney had not to roll her eyes at Gretchen. She got it, Gretchen would abort. That was well and good, but Gretchen wasn't the one who was knocked up. It was time to focus on Delaney.
"On that, at least, you're probably right," she mused. "Do you think I should owl each of them, letting them know there's a possibility they're the father? Or should I try to find out which one it is before letting anyone know anything?"
Gretchen didn't seem to be able to get past Trev. "Trevor Scabior," she enunciated clearly. "Blonde, cute, bit of an arsehole when he opens his mouth but you can forgive that when you see the size of his dick?"