I looked at the date on my phone. Last year at this time I was declining Logan's proposal and now I only wanted to be in his arms, out in California married to the man of my dreams. Let me start out by saying I messed up. I thought I knew what I wanted last year and that was anything but marriage but the more I thought about it the more I realized that marriage was the only thing that I knew I wanted.

I tried life on the road and it was great for like a week. I found out quickly that I was not made for traveling on a bus and staying in crappy hotel rooms. I quit about a month after the tour started. I guess in a way I had to take that job to know that all I wanted was a stable home but I should have just accepted that proposal.

When I got back to Stars Hallow Luke had moved into the house, which was fine at first. It was on the late nights that I was lying in bed and they thought I was asleep that finally got to me. I moved out a month later and headed for New York City. My grandparents bought me a nice place and although they paid for it the night I arrived I started my job search.

For the first month it was rough. There was nothing available and then finally I got the call that rocked my world. Old York had an opening as a columnist. I mean it wasn't the hard hitting news stories that I wanted to be writing but it was a job writing something. I accepted the job and never looked back, at least I thought that was what I did.

So for the past few months this has been my home. Henry is the nicest boss in the world. He apparently loves my writing, which I guess is good for me. Abigail and I are best friends. We met when I first came into the building. She had coffee in her hand and a smile on her face. She was one of those people who greets the morning with a what are you looking at. We hit it off right away and have been best friends ever since.

I put my phone away and started to work on this weeks column, regrets. I placed my hands on the cool keys of the keyboard and took a deep breath. It was hard to talk about so I knew that it was going to be harder to write but my story was perfect for this weeks topic. I exhaled and let the words flow from my fingers, maybe this was good for me. It could end up bringing me peace with the entire situation. I had to believe that something was going to come out of this or why would I put so much hurt on the page?

I picked up the paper and turned to her column. Since I have been back on the East coast I can say it is the one thing I look forward to. I quickly skimmed the title.

Regrets. Another promising column. I kept reading.

Different people regret different things. Some people may regret the haircut they got or not doing their homework. I personally regret letting love go.

Did she really write that? She couldn't be talking about us could she?

He wasn't my first love but he should have been the last. It was a year ago that I made the biggest mistake of my life and here I am doing nothing about it but I guess in a way I am trying to do something, for myself at least.

I closed the paper and sat down in my chair. Her biggest regret in life was not marrying me? I wish I had the nerve to call her and tell her that the offer was still on the table but I couldn't. When I went out to California I promised myself that I would get over this girl and here she was creeping into my life again. As much as I wanted to let her go I couldn't. Rory Gilmore was the love of my life and I think the only reason I agreed to come back and work for my dad was so that there was a chance of running into her again.

No I cannot let this happen. I got up and started to pace in front of my desk. I was so absorbed in Rory that I didn't even notice my dad walk in.

"Logan."

"Huh?" I turned and saw him leaning against the doorframe.

"Something wrong?"

"No just thinking."

"Alright." He walked into my office and shut the door. "I need to talk to you about a recent business investment that I would like you to take over for me." My dad walked over to my window and looked out at the city.

"What is this new investment dad?" He turned to look at me.

"Huntzberger Publishing Company has just bought Old York and I want you to make the company changes to get them up to our standards." My mouth fell open.

Old York was Rory's paper. I couldn't possibly be the one to go in and make these changes. My dad had to be joking, he knew about Rory at this paper. He was the one who showed me her column.

"Why me?" I saw a smile creep over his face and I already knew the answer.

"Because I want Rory Gilmore and you can get her for me."

My phone was ringing off the hook. Since I published that article my mother had not stopped calling me. I guess publishing that article was starting to become my biggest regret. Abigail walked into my office as I ignored my mother's call and turned off my phone.

"You know avoiding her won't do you any good." Abigail was the one person who understood the relationship I had with my mother. She had a childhood much like mine but hers had a happy ending, she was married with two kids.

"I know but I am at work now and I can call her later. So whats new?"

"Well there is a company wide meeting in an hour so that can't be good."

"Don't tell me that Henry is going on his soap box again about paper towel usage being at an all time high again. I don't think I can take him making us sign out paper towels again."

"I don't think this has to do with Henry. He seemed somber when he told me this morning and he asked if I could spread the news. I think something major is up."

"I hope not because that means my job is being cut."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well they can't cut sports or weather so the weekly columns get hit first."

"You are the reason people buy Old York, they can't cut you."

"Want to bet?"

"Do you want to grab lunch before the meeting of doom then?"

"Sure, just let me shut of my computer and we can go."

I turned off my computer and then grabbed my phone and my purse and followed Abigail down the hall. We got to the elevator and I pushed the button and then we waited for the doors to open. I heard the door ping and I watched as the doors revealed my worst nightmare.

Mitchum walked out of the elevator and stopped and smiled at me.

"Hello Rory." Abigail turned to me with her jaw just about on the floor.

"Hello Mitchum. What are you doing here?" I saw the creepy smile on his face and knew.

"Why don't I talk to you in private?"

I motioned for Abigail to go on without me and I followed Mitchum into a conference room. He closed the door and motioned for me to sit in one of the chairs at the long table. As I sat he walked around to the other side of the table and looked out of the window.

"What is going on?"

"I made an investment Rory. That is what I am doing here."

"What kind of investment?" I held my breath bracing for the worst but hoping for the best.

"I bought Old York Rory." He turned to face me and I felt my face go numb.

"You what?"

"An opportunity came up and I thought that it would be a great addition to HPG."

"You didn't do this because you wanted the paper you did this because you wanted me as a writer..."

"Don't flatter yourself. I wouldn't buy a paper for one person. Rory if I wanted you I would just say the word and you would come to me. I could have you black listed from every paper in the area and then you would have no choice but to come begging for a job from my company. I would be your hero..."

"Don't flatter yourself. Why would you buy this paper anyway? It's substandard, no where near your papers and yet here you are."

"That's exactly it Rory. I want to come in and make this paper up to my standards. You might not see it right now but I am going to be the best thing that ever happened to this paper. You will thank me for this..."

"Cocky aren't we?" I was surprised to hear myself say that. I used to be afraid of Mitchum and now I was giving him comes backs as if he was a random guy who got too close at a club.

"Rory is that anyway to talk to your new boss?"

"No so how about I quit."

"That's a little rash don't you think?"

"No I think it is perfect."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"You aren't me are you so I guess I can still decide what I want to do."

"Don't quit Ace." I knew that voice. I turned to see him standing by the door and I felt my heart drop. Why was he doing this to me? I was trying to move on and yet here he was standing there holding my attention and stealing the air from my lungs. Mitchum was way eviler than I gave him credit for.

"I think I will leave you two alone for a minute. You know what, take lunch. I think I can handle the staff conference alone and well Rory knows what I was going to say." Mitchum started to walk out of the room and then he turned back to me. "Let me know about your decision by tomorrow morning Miss Gilmore." He smiled and then walked out of the room.

Logan walked over next to me and then put the paper on the table in front of me. My column was highlighted.

"Is what you wrote true?" I just kept looking at the paper regretting writing those words.

"I wouldn't write it if it wasn't true."

"You regret walking away from me?"

"Logan I can't go there not here."

"Then lets do lunch, my dad's treat." He held up his business credit card and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Fine but it better be darn expensive."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

I got up from the table and followed him down to the parking garage where he led me to his Porsche. he opened the passenger door for me and I climbed in. He went around to the other side and got in.

"Nice car."

"Thanks it was a bribe from my dad."

"Really?"

"Yeah. He wanted me back here to work with him so he pulled out all of the stops to get me home."

"So I am guessing that this wasn't it?" He started the car and pulled out of the parking spot.

"No. the price tag for his only son was a New York apartment, this car, my own contract, and a big office. There were a few other things but mainly that was it."

"That was some package."

"Yeah, I should have asked for more but hey I did get a lot."

"What else could you have asked for?" I watched him as he drove. His hand never moved off of the shifter as his other hand lightly moved the wheel as necessary. His blonde hair hadn't changed and his deep brown eyes stared at the road with an intensity that I had missed.

"Well..." His voice startled me from my observations. "I could have asked for pony." I laughed at his joke.

"Just a pony?"

"Well I mean I don't have a use for more than one pony Ace. So what has ben going on with you?"

"Well I have been working at Old York for a few months writing my column and well that has pretty much been my life. My mom is engaged to Luke again and he is living at her house. I quit the campaign trail after a month, it was just too much for me. Oh and my grandparents bought me an apartment loft thing here."

I could see him nod as I listed off everything I had done in the past year. I wondered if he wanted to know about my love life since him. I know that I was dying to know if he had been with other girls but I didn't want to ask. I knew that it would cause me too much pain if he had been with other women so it was better that I didn't know.

"That's all?"

"Why what more do you want to know? I mean I think that is all that happened."

"So no other love interest?" I knew he wanted to know.

"There has been no one who has caught me eye in the past year Logan if that is what you want to know." He smiled and then looked at me.

"I haven't been with anyone either." I felt my heart skip a beat but I tried not to show it.

"Oh, I never said that I wasn't with anyone." I joked and his face fell. "I was joking Logan. Man you really have lost your sense of humor." He let out a half smile.

"We're here." He put the car in park and got out.

He handed the valet the keys and i stepped out and caught up to him.

"What is this place?" I had lived and dined in New York for a while now but I had never seen this place before.

"It's a new place that some old friends opened. I said I would stop by sometime and since my dad is buying why not give it a shot." I followed him to a small table that was set up.

"What is all of this?" I was surprised to see everything already set up like he was a VIP.

"I talked to the valet when we got here, he was one of my friends. He radioed back and they set it up. What do you think?"

"I think that this is all a little much."

"Yeah well my friends aren't subtle."

"I can tell."

"So shall we sit?"

"I guess." We walked over to the table and he pulled out my chair for me.

I could tell that he was really trying to be a gentleman but it was sort of weird. I liked Logan but this was not something that I as quite ready for, not yet anyway.

"Now that we are away from the office lets talk."

"Logan do you really want to ruin this lunch?"

"Rory we need to talk and here I know you can't just run away from everything being as I drove so lets talk."

"Where do you want me to start?"

"What do you want to do now?"

"What do you mean? I proclaimed to the entire Old York readership that I regretted not marrying you and that I still love you. What more do you want from me?"

"Nothing. I cannot possibly want more from you but are we going to act on this?"

"We? I was the only one here who said how I felt. Look Logan I know that it was my fault that you walked away but you walked away. I stood there trying to come up with other ways to deal with our relationship and you called it off. There was nothing that I wanted than to be with you I just wasn't ready for marriage yet. I mean can you blame me?"

"Yes I can blame you. Rory I laid my heart on the line for you and you just stomped on it. You were my first real girlfriend and I was ready to put it all on the line to marry you and you said no. Was I suppose to just forget that you said no and go back to dating you? I was ready to jump and you just watched as I threw myself from the cliff."

"Logan you didn't ask if I wanted to jump with you. I watched as you threw yourself from a cliff and you wanted me to blindly follow you. I was scared and I had no job or any future and you were forcing me to choose something that I couldn't. I didn't know who I was, all I knew was us and now that there is no us all I know is that I want an us. Logan I don't want to fight with you over that day I just want to move on and that can be with or without you."

"What does that mean?"

"I think it means that we need to get through this lunch and then see where life takes us. I don't want to rush back to you but I don't want to leave you. I'm just confused right now Logan. Okay?" Logan just looked down at the table and nodded.

Logan was always braver than I was. I could see that he was ready to jump again but I had to protect myself. I was fragile and I just might break if it didn't work out.

I saw the waiter approaching so I didn't say anything else.

"What can I get you?"

"A Scotch." Logan was glancing over the menu.

"And for you miss?"

"Something strong."

"How about a vodka?"

"Works for me. Oh and keep them coming." Logan looked at me with a confused look. "I drink when I get stressed. I picked it up on the campaign trail." He just nodded and looked over the menu again.

"I will bring your drinks right out and then I will be back to take your orders." The waiter disappeared and I opened my menu for the first time.

There were a lot of options on the menu and I wasn't sure what to get but luckily Logan ordered for both of us when the waiter came back. As she walked away I picked up my drink and took a long sip.

"I hope you didn't mind that I ordered for the both of us..." Logan trailed off.

"No it's fine I actually had no idea what to order."

"That's good." I took another sip of my drink and then I looked at the glass.

"Ah sad face the glass is empty." I placed the glass back on the table and Logan laughed. "What is so funny?"

"Well I just never pinned you as a heavy drinker Ace that is all." He picked up his glass and took a small sip.

"It has been one glass so far. If you want to see a heavy drinker meet me tonight at Tony's. I will show you a heavy drinker." I could have slapped myself in the face. Meet me at Tony's? I never invited people to Tony's. I only went there to get completely wasted and Abigail was the one who showed me that spot and here I was inviting Logan. Stupid, stupid Rory.

"Alright. What time?"

"Eight." There I go again.

"Eight it is but until then, keep the drinks to a minimum will you?"

"Will do!" I held up the new glass that the waitress brought out and took a sip from it.

We talked about work the rest of the time. I agreed that I would not quit as long as he promised I would not have to work closely with his father. Overall we had a good lunch that went until five.

Logan for the lunch and then drove us back to the office. Abigail was waiting by my desk when I got back and she ran to me as so as I came into view.

"What the hell happened to you? I mean I was with you and then Huntzberger took you away and here you are again as if nothing happened."

"I went to lunch with the new boss, well one of them."

"Seriously? You ditched me at lunch and then left me to go to that horrible meeting alone."

"Hey what happened?" Abigail was freaking out which was not like her at all.

"He is cutting half of the staff by Friday. Rory do you know what this means?"

"Oh my god." I couldn't think he was cutting my family? I know that I had not been at the paper that long but I knew every body her like family. I mean there were certain people that I would not mind to see leave but others of them it would kill me to see leave.

"Earth to Rory!" Abigail was all up in my face. "I need a drink. Want to hit Tony's with me?"

"NO!" I instinctively blurted out.

"What do you mean no?"

"I mean that you should go somewhere other than Tony's. You want to go somewhere that you can just forget it all and hit on cute guys. Without thinking about your husband. That was why I said no."

"You know what you're right. I am going to go home and get all dressed up and then I am going to drag my husband out on the town."

"That was not quite what I was talking about but go for it!"

"I will. Thank you Rory."

"Hey that's what friends are for." I gave her a hug and then went to my desk and checked everything. My next column was due on friday and I was set.

I picked up my stuff and went down to my car to go home. Logan's car was gone when I went down which was a relief. At least I knew that I didn't have to worry about seeing him again until eight. I got into my car and drove to the safety of my apartment. I rode up to my floor and went into my house. I was glad that I had cleaned up earlier. It was nice that I didn't have to come home after a stressful day to a house of clutter. I grabbed my phone and turned it on. My phone had been bombarded by calls and text from my mother. It was a fantastic way to end a Monday. I sent a quick text back to her.

Busy day, I'm fine stop calling. I will call you tomorrow or something just not right now. I love you but your crazy!

-Rory

I put my phone down and then went to get ready. I took off my work clothes and then grabbed a few dress choices out of the closet. I wasn't happy with any of them so I pulled out a pair of jean shorts and a black long sleeved shirt and put them on. I went into the bathroom and took my hair down from the bun it was in let it land along my shoulders. I went into the kitchen and heated up some Easy Mac and then sat on the couch and ate it while I finished watching Casablanca that I had started yesterday. When I went back into the kitchen I saw that it was seven so I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and did my make up. I combed my hair one last time and then slipped on some sandals and then made my way downstairs. I walked out the front door of the building. When I knew that I was going to be drinking I didn't tempt myself by bringing my car, I knew that nothing good would come out of it. I started to walk towards the bar knowing that I was not sure what was going to happen when I got there.

I checked my phone as I walked in the door. It was seven fifty. I looked around and then sat at a small table in the corner of the room. It was eight on the dot when I saw him enter the bar. He waved and then walked over to me.

He looked hot in his jeans and his white shirt. His hands were in his pockets as he sat down at the table with me. I couldn't help but stare at him. For some reason he looked hotter than I remembered him looking a year ago. I smiled and then ordered shots.

"It's going to be a long night isn't it?" he laughed as he raised his first shot to me.

I did the same.

"To moving forward!" We took the shot and he gagged.

"It's been a while."

"I never thought I would see the day that I would down a drink better than party boy like you."

"People change Ace. Obviously."

"Hey lets play a drinking game."

"What?"

"You know a drinking game."

"Like what anytime someone says right we take a shot?"

"No silly lets play never have I ever with shots."

"How do you play that?"

"You have never played never have I ever?"

"Not that I can say."

"Well you say something like, never have I ever been a Huntzberger and whoever has done it has to take a shot, so in that case you would take a shot. Get it?"

"I think so."

"Good now you go first."

"Never have I ever worked as a columnist." I smiled and took a shot.

"Playing dirty are we?" He just laughed.

"Your turn."

"Never have I ever been a boy." He gladly took a shot.

"My turn, never have I ever had brown hair." I took my shot.

"Never have I ever..."

"Hey are you playing Never have I ever?" I saw Abigail and her husband walk up to the table. She looked like this was not the first bar she had hit.

"Abigail?" I was shocked to see her here and embarrassed that I was with Logan.

"Hey Rory. See Peter I told you there was a reason she didn't want me to come here. Who is the guy?"

"This is Logan."

"Wait THE Logan?"

"Yes, THE Logan."

"So I guess you don't want us to join you?"

"Being as you are here you might as well join."

"Yippee!" I moved closer to Logan and Abigail and Peter brought two chairs over and a new tray of shots.

"So I think Abigail should go next." I was out of questions so I thought it would do.

"Okay never have I ever...wait I've done that...I've done that too...oh I got it. Never have I ever kissed a girl."

Logan, Peter, and I took a shot. I was hoping that Logan wouldn't notice but he did.

"Rory? You kissed a girl? I have to hear this story."

"Yeah well I was at the bar two months ago when Abigail went to the bathroom. I was really drunk and this girl came over to me and asked it I wanted to kiss her and well."

"Oh yeah I forgot about that. They looked really hot."

"I bet. Man I wish I was there for that." Logan was laughing hysterically

"Anyway Peter your turn." I tried to hide my embarrassment.

"How can I top that? Oh never have I ever had a three way." Logan and Abigail took a shot.

"Good to know." I joked as Logan turned red.

"It was a while ago that it happened."

"I'm sure."

"Isn't it your turn?"

"Oh yeah. Um... never have I ever had sex in the kitchen." Everyone at the table took a shot.

"We are going to have to change that." Logan and I started to laugh.

We continued to play the game until Abigail changed and got us all different drinks. She gave me some sort of blue drink while Logan got a scotch and Abigail and Peter split a Rum and Coke.

As the night went on I got drunker and it was harder and harder to keep myself away from Logan. At eleven Logan walked me to my apartment. I was staggering the whole way although Logan didn't seem to have any trouble with walking.

"Hey why aren't you this drunk?" I asked as he kept me from falling all over the road.

"I am that drunk I just hold my liquor better than you do."

"Oh." We kept walking. "Do you love me?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah I love you Ace."

"Cool." We walked the reset of the way in silence. When we got to the building he would not let me go the rest of the way by myself and I don't blame him I was a mess.

He got us into the elevator and then I pressed the button for the sixth floor. I saw the doors shut and I relaxed in the warmth of his arms. It felt good to have his arms wrapped around me again although I know that if I wasn't so drunk his arms would be no where near me. Maybe this habit was not so terrible after all. I watched as the doors opened and he opened my door. We froze at the entry way. He was about to leave when I risked it all and kissed him.

A/n: SO I started a new story. Let me know what you think. Please Review!

-Katie!