remember the elements of matchmaking aren’t an exact science. Our job, your job, is to encourage the attraction that’s already there. Ultimately, a spark is essential. If the two of them don’t feel that spark, then there’s nothing anyone can do. But,” Louise smiled knowingly. “If by chance the spark occurs, then love will surely follow.”
“A spark,” Taylor repeated.
Louise nodded. “That’s all it takes.”
“How do I encourage sparks?”
“You don’t. That part is all up to them.”
“How do you know if the sparks occur?”
“That’s easy. We’ll see it in their eyes.”
“Louise, J.T. is analytical, single-minded, methodical and driven. He’s not easily fooled. And after Tony, Raymond and now Dennis, he’s going to be anticipating this. More likely than not, he’ll see right through it.”
“Of course he will. They all think they do. That’s why a distraction is imperative. He needs something else to focus on. As with Tony, he was distracted by suspicion and Raymond was distracted by his concern for my health.
Everything you’ve told me shows that he’s the perfect hero looking for a damsel to rescue. You’ll need to supply him with a damsel.”
“That would be Juliet right?”
“No, that would be you.”
“Me?” Taylor asked completely confused.
“Well, actually it will be both of us, at least for the moment.”
“But he’ll be skeptical as soon as he sees you.”
“Yes, he’ll surely suspect me of matchmaking, but not you. Matchmaking is like magic. It’s all smoke and mirrors. Misdirection is the key.” Louise arched her brow.
Taylor smiled and nodded in understanding, “misdirection, of course. He’d never suspect me.”
“Precisely.”
“Still, the only problem I foresee is J.T.’s complete lack of interest in anything having to do with the arts. His idea of a perfect evening is reprogramming beta-tested software.”
“Things change,” Louise said. “You’d be surprised.”
Taylor shook her head. “The closest J.T.’s ever come to the ballet is signing a check to contribute to the endowment for the company’s annual charity fundraiser. I’m not sure we’re not setting ourselves up for failure by choosing Juliet,” Taylor said.
“Juliet is perfect for him. You chose well.”
“They’re complete opposites.”
“It’s not just an old wives tale that opposites attract. There’s a lot of truth in that old adage. Trust me, they have a lot more in common than you think. It’s been my experience that the sparks ignite more fiery with opposite personalities.”
Taylor nodded her head absently. “Sparks,” she said aloud. Encouraged by the memory, she watched as the truck backed up and maneuvered its way into the warehouse bay. Even though it was late spring, and a crisp snap was in the air, it was a glorious afternoon and the perfect day to start a new venture. Everything was in place. It was now or never.
“Did you say something?” J.T. asked as he came up behind her interrupting her thoughts.
“No,” Taylor said innocently.
“Sorry about that,” J.T. said standing at the window beside her. He glanced out briefly not noticing that it was such a perfectly beautiful day. “That was the west coast office regarding a company we’re interested in.”
“Are we selling or acquiring?” She asked.
“Acquiring,” he said looking down at the expansive complex.
Taylor looked over to J.T. and smiled brightly. “It’s wonderful to finally have you back home.”
J.T. turned and looked at his mother oddly. “I’m here all the time,” he said then returned to his over-sized chair behind the large mahogany desk. He reached over and pressed several buttons on the keyboard then entered a code bringing his four desk top monitors to life.
“A few days here and there and a week or two now and then isn’t exactly being here all the time,” Taylor said.
J.T. nodded absently then turned to open a file in his computer. “Having
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