Page 19 of Finding Jacob
He closed his eyes and shook his head, smirking. “You are impossible, but I’m serious. You need a kick up the arse, Anna.”
“I know I do. Can you just give me a day or so?”
“One day. If you haven’t texted or called him by tomorrow evening, I’m going to tell him you’ve been texting the wrong number and I’ll give him yours.”
“Don’t tell him—”
“I’m not going to tell him anything other than what I just said.”
Nathan picked up his coffee cup and took a sip.
“How do you know him?” I asked.
“Do business with him, we’re friends.”
“What business?”
“None of yourstype business,” he said, laughing.
“He is the father of my child; shouldn’t I know what he does for a living?”
“Ask him then. And don’t be doing all that, ‘father of my child,’ he doesn’t even know that yet.”
“What do you think he’ll do?”
“I have no idea. He was married once; his wife was murdered while pregnant. So, as hard as this is for you, it might be the same for him. And you didn’t hear that from me, okay?”
“Shit! Really?”
Nathan raised his eyebrows again at me.
“Sorry, how awful. Crickey. Now I really don’t know what to do,” I said.
We were interrupted by my PA wanting me to sign off some documents. “I also have a rather odd letter,” she said, handing me a plush white envelope. “Top up?” she said, picking up our mugs.
Nathan ordered another coffee, I opted for water. I wanted to restrict my caffeine intake.
“Thanks, can you also ask everyone to get together in an hour?”
It was time that I told my team what was going on. I was sure some suspected, but life was going to change, not that I fully knew how, and I wanted them to be prepared.
When she’d gone, I opened the letter.
Anna,
As you haven’t texted, and I felt it intrusive to ask Nathan for your number—I don’t want to assume you want to hear from me—I did the old-fashioned thing and wrote you a letter.
I’m in London for a month from end of June. I have no idea of your sister’s wedding date, but I’d like to still offer my services as your plus one, assuming you’re still attending.
You’ll see my mobile number above, perhaps you could just confirm if you need me or not. It’s perfectly okay if it’s a ‘not,’ but I do like to have my diary arranged.
Jacob.
It was handwritten on plain white paper and looked to have been written with a fountain pen. There was a slight smudge of ink as he’d signed off his name. Tears sprang to my eyes as I handed it over to Nathan.
“Now, Anna. Call him now.”
“What do I say?”
