“Hey, have you checked out that link?”

Sarah Breaux leaned back in her swivel chair and away from the fellow lifestyle journalist who filled the emptiness of her doorway. Sarah smiled coyly over her latte. “No. What’s so interesting about it?”

Sarah Parker sat herself down in the chair opposite in an instant. “It’s a missed connections site.” Sarah Breaux merely raised her eyebrows over her cup. “It’s a site for people to connect with people they’ve lost track of, lost loves, people they saw on the subway, that sort of thing.”

Now Sarah Breaux lowered her paper cup to reveal her smile. “Lost love, hmm?” Her eyes only glanced at the computer on her desk. “So this site will tell me where to find my Jonathan Aplund?”

Sarah Parker hunched her shoulders forward and smiled herself. “That’s lost love, not lost lust.”

Sarah Breaux leaned back and blushed. “Get out of here.”

It was not until Sarah Parker departed the office with a wave of her fingers that Sarah Breaux looked at her computer’s screen once more. She set down her cup, pulled up her email program, opened Parker’s missive addressed to the magazine’s entire editorial department, read the brief message contained within, then clicked on the link.

A pop-up window, and Sarah Breaux found herself in a new world of a website, staring at a set of massive stones which brought back all the right childhood memories.

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“Ingram Morris?”

The young thirtyish man sitting atop a boulder alongside the trail looked aside from the view he had been intensely contemplating. “Sarah Breaux.” He spoke a statement, unsurprised and unexcited.