conversation as she flipped through the computer magazine. She prided herself on her patience, or being as patient as any mother could be under these circumstances. But enough was enough.
Seated in front of his desk, she frowned as she looked around the sparse office space. Lifeless and sterile the room was depressing, she thought. It looked more like an empty storage room than a Fortune 500 executive’s office. She shook her head, still unable to get used to the decorating disaster he had undertaken.
Standing, she moved to the large window across the room. She pulled the cord opening the vertical blinds that darkened the windows and let the bright, late-afternoon sunlight stream in.
The spring sunlight peacefully framed the backdrop of the Evans Corporation office complex. She smiled as she stood at J.T.’s office window and looked down on the surroundings and was greeted with a magnificent view. Two connected office buildings and two warehouses were spread out on thirty-five acres. She watched as a large truck drove through the front gate and wound its way towards the warehouses.
After years of planning and two years in the making, the complex was finally complete. Evans Corporation was finally under one roof with just a few satellite offices scattered around the country. Now it was time to turn her attention to something else, namely her son and the little plan she and a friend had hatched a few weeks ago.
From the beginning Taylor knew that she needed help, and who better to lend their know-how in the art of matchmaking then the expert herself—Louise Gates. Smiling confidently and pleased with herself, she remembered the exact moment she made the decision.
Three weeks ago, she’d been visiting Crescent Island, sitting out on the dock with Louise discussing her concerns about J.T.’s new position as CEO.
“He’s used his strenuous work schedule as an excuse for not finding that special someone for years. I’m afraid now that he’s CEO, he’ll never find happiness.”
“I’m sure he’ll be just fine.” Louise said reassuring her.”
“Tell me Louise, exactly how long have you been matchmaking?”
Louise smiled proudly. “I’ve been doing this for over fifty years, sixty if you include me and my Jonathan.” Louise smiled as she usually did at the thought of her late husband.
“And it always works?”
“More or less,” Louise said after a sip from her glass.
“What do you mean, more or less?” Taylor asked as she sipped her iced tea then turned to her.
Louise watched as several colorful fluttering butterflies danced over the surface of the waters of the Chesapeake Bay. “I mean that love is as unpredictable as it is precious. The truth is that the heart is often steeled and protected by pain or fear.”
Taylor thought about Louise’s words as she watched the butterflies dance until they disappeared into the foliage by the water’s edge. “J.T. doesn’t exactly fit into the broken-hearted-rebound or the commitment-phobic categories. Neither is he adamantly against love. He’s just stubbornly against the idea. He seems to think his busy schedule and lack of time prevents him from having a meaningful relationship. In his words, ‘I’m too busy with business affairs to have one of my own’.”
“Sounds like you have matchmaking on your mind.”
“I most certainly do,” Taylor said as she smiled and nodded. “His brain has overruled his heart his entire adult life and it’s about time I do something about it. I helped him crawl. I helped him walk. Now, I think it’s time I help him find that special someone to love.”
“Well, to start with J.T. is going to need a remarkable woman to break through that ironclad excuse of his.”
Taylor smiled warmly. “I agree and Juliet Bridges is a remarkable woman.”
“Juliet Bridges from the Capitol Ballet company.”
“Yes.”
Louise smiled. “She just might be perfect for him.” Louise nodded her agreement. “But