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always had a passionate interest and been an ardent supporter of the arts, and for her sake he had relented and given generously, but enough was enough. As an accomplished painter, she had exhibited her work in the finest galleries here and abroad.
    Her work was still extremely popular. It sold at auction houses and galleries for generous sums. Although she seldom painted now, she was still very involved in the visual and performance arts. But this sudden investment was totally uncharacteristic of her. She’d never been interested in anything like it before, so why now?
    As the cultural liaison and representative for Evans Corporation, she was member of several boards. She had been the benefactor of the company’s generosity and community involvement and the E-Corp had a great reputation for charitable work because of her efforts. Without realizing it, she was by far the most successful spokesperson for the company.
    Mamma Lou was his mother’s partner in the new acquisition, which gave him pause. If she was involved, he had a feeling that matchmaking was still the primary focus, but to whom? And exactly who was his mother’s other partner, Lena Palmer? Maybe she was the one Mamma Lou wanted to match him up with. “Of course,” he smiled delighted that he’d figured out her plan so quickly. Gotcha!
    He looked down at the ticket and playbill. A stylized graphic of a woman posed seductively instantly got his attention. There was something familiar about the woman’s figure.
    The cover read: Peter Flemings presents Juliet Bridges as Carmen . Juliet Bridges, he’d remembered that his mother had mentioned the name earlier.
    He picked up the playbill and flipped through the pages. Biographies and photographs flew past his fingertips as he fanned the pages to the end. Then he stopped. His heart jumped as he quickly flipped through the pages of the playbill again more slowly this time. It couldn’t be.
    One by one he slowly turned the pages until a picture of the star performer’s smiling face appeared. His heart pounded again, beneath the photo read, Juliet Bridges, prima ballerina . He couldn’t believe his eyes. He read the notation again, then quickly read the short biography only half-believing what he’d just read. How was it possible? After all this time she was right here all along.
    Her biography was impressive and read like a celebrity profile of a ballet dance, even to his limited knowledge of the dance world. She’d danced with Alvin Alley, Dance Theatre of Harlem, The American Ballet Company, in Moscow, Paris, London, Sydney, all over Europe and Asia, and practically every state in the nation. She’d danced before kings and queens, dignitaries, diplomats and presidents.
    The last notation in her bio announced Juliet’s official retirement at the end of the current season and her final stage performance, which had been sold out since its announcement.
    J.T. noted the dates listed in the brochure. Ten months ago, when they’d met in New York, she had just returned from a six-month tour and performances in London, Paris and Milan. Apparently she was on her way to D.C. when the blackout occurred.
    J.T. shook his head in disbelief. Dozens of trips to New York, seeing dozens of Broadway and off-Broadway performances, searching for the one woman who had captured his heart and here she was right here in his own backyard.
    He sat down slowly still not believing his eyes. He reread the biography twice more. The photo was slightly grainy, but he was sure that it was the same Juliet. Never giving up his quest, he had been searching for her for months. He knew that she was out there, that she’d said she was a dancer, but she never mentioned ballet and he never would have guessed.
    But he should have seen it—her perfectly posture, her elegant poise, and her graceful movements. It was all there and he missed it. He smiled and nodded as he reached over and pushed the intercom button on his desk. His secretary