From the preview of WW #168...

(see the page at Comics Continuum,
http://www.comicscontinuum.com/stories/0103/22/index.htm
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Diana: "I've found someone I'm...interested in.  ... He's incredibly 
passionate. He often works at the United Nations...he's smart, and he's 
sexy. And Gaea help me, he's unbelievably beautiful...."

*laughing hysterically* Okay, so we KNOW it's not Tempest. Canon, 
Dolphin, all of that.

But oh... lord, what I wouldn't give to see that story! What a wonderful 
possibility....

***


"I'm tremendously flattered, but...I'm married."

Her hands rose to her mouth in shock and he saw both 
shame and embarrassment in her eyes. "Oh, Gaea, I'm 
*sorry!* I, I didn't know. I never would have-- I'm sorry!" 
She turned, knees bending slightly in preparation for flight. 

He couldn't let her go like that. "Diana, wait!"

She paused. Even turned away he could see her face, red 
with humiliation. "Please, can we-- Let's talk."

"All...all right." Head bowed. Not the confident Amazon 
Princess he'd come to admire. 

Garth led her to a small coffee shop near the UN, just far 
enough off the main streets to avoid most attention. A quiet 
place. "Can I get you anything?"

She shook her head, mute. He sat across from her and tried 
to gather his thoughts. Pallais, he sighed to himself, you 
have a *rotten* sense of timing.

"You don't wear a ring," she said softly before he could 
start, "and I'd never heard you mention...your wife."

"We're separated." Her eyes came up to stare at him. He 
smiled wryly. "It's amicable, for the most part. The truth is, 
we were both lonely. It happened very fast. And 
Dolphin...well, when she found out she was pregnant, 
getting married just seemed the right thing to do."

"You have a child?!" Diana buried her face in her hands. 
"Ohhh. This gets worse and worse." 

He wanted to reach across the table, pull her hands away, 
but refrained. "Diana, please...stop. There's no way you 
could have known."

"I could have asked Donna," she murmured, "I should have 
found out...."

Garth considered, torn. And decided. "My marriage is over 
in all but the legalities...and those only because we're still 
working out the details of how we're to raise our son. 
And..." he flushed a little, himself. "If it's not too incredibly 
tacky. Once Dolphin and I have things sorted out, I'd love 
to see you. If you don't have an objection to dating a 
divorced man who spends at least half his time in 
Poseidonis with his son...."

"I..." she raised her head to face him. "I need to think about 
it."

Which was precisely the honesty he expected from the 
woman who, the rumors went, had briefly been a goddess 
of Truth.