Will walks over to me and presses a kiss to the top of my head as he runs a hand over my hair.
“Why don’t you just tell Jack’s dad you’re looking for him. Tell him about Lauren and everything that’s happened and how she still holds onto Jack’s memory after all these years. I’m sure he’d tell you how to contact him.”
“Lauren would kill me!” I whisper-shout, hoping she can’t hear this conversation through the wall our offices share. “It needs to be sorta… It needs to not be a set up.”
“It is a set up, Ellen,” Will says, nodding his head at me and giving me a look that says any idiot can see it is.
“It’s not.”
“It kinda is.”
“Whatever. It was a bust anyway,” I tell him, as I reply to Tony’s assistant letting her know we’d like to move forward with having this person fix our crusher.
It doesn’t take her long to send me all the information I need to secure a work visa and when I see the name it stops me in my tracks.
John Wilson
“Will, Will,” I call, jumping up from my chair and knocking on the window outside my office as I throw my hands back and forth, trying to get his attention as he plays with Oscar and Olivia.
“What?” he calls back, his hands thrown up in the air almost in annoyance.
I motion for him to come in here, as the excitement explodes inside me. Just seeing the name on the screen has given me hope that maybe it could be Jack.
“What?” Will says as he enters my office for a second time in just a few minutes.
“She emailed me back, and the guy’s name is John Wilson.”
“So? You’re looking for Jack Wilson.” For a smart guy, he can be really dense sometimes.
“What if it’s actually Jack? What if his real name isn’t Jack? Like your name isn’t Will, it’s William.”
“Um, Ellen, I think you’re losing it. Will is a nickname for William. Jack being a nickname for John is a bit of a stretch.”
“JFK’s nickname was Jack and his real name was John,” I defend, my hands on my hips, hating that Will is raining on my parade.
“Still seems like a long shot.”
“It is, but it’s all I’ve got.”
