Page 183 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

must be in the study' in the bedroom wardrobe, or under the bed. If we then went

up on the roof she would be able to escape. But if that was the case, surely
Daniel would have suggested going up on the roof much sooner.

He brought me a cup of tea and sat down at his laptop, which was open and
turned on. Only then did I start to think that maybe there was no woman. There

was a document up on the screen - maybe he really had been working and on the
phone to America. And I was making a complete prat of myself behaving like a
madwoman.

'Are you sure everything's all right, Bridge?'

'Fine, yes. Why?'

'Well, coming round unannounced like this dressed as a rabbit disguised as a
bridesmaid and burrowing into all the rooms in a strange way. Not meaning to

pry or anything, I just wondered if there was an explanation, that's all.'

I felt a complete fool. It was bloody Mark Darcy trying to wreck my
relationship by sowing suspicions in my mind. Poor Daniel, it was so unfair to
doubt him in this way, because of the word of some arrogant, ill-tempered,

topflight human-rights lawyer. Then I heard a scraping noise on the roof above
us.

'I think maybe I'm just a bit hot I said, watching Daniel carefully. 'I think
maybe I'll go and sit on the roof for a while.'

For God's sake, will you sit still for two minutes!' he yelled, moving to bar my
path, but I was too quick for him. I dodged past, opened the door, ran up the

stairs and opened the hatch out into the sunlight.

There, spread out on a sunlounger, was a bronzed, long-limbed, blonde-haired
stark-naked woman. I stood there frozen to the spot, feeling like an enormous
pudding in the bridesmaid dress. The woman raised her head, lifted her
sunglasses and looked at me with one eye closed. I heard Daniel coming up the
stairs behind me.