The heat was almost suffocating as he lifted the hem of his t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. He leaned against the heavy wooden doors and noticed menacing looking clouds in the distance. It was still sunny on his farm, but he knew the storm would soon be here and he still had a couple dozen hay bales to move into the barn.
Storm or not, he didn't want to stop working. The ache in his muscles helped him forget the ache in his heart. He had always felt most useful working with his hands so when his father passed away and left him the farm, it was a no brainer as to whether he would sell it or keep it for himself. He'd always envisioned bringing a wife home, and eventually a baby. They would sit on the porch drinking sweet tea and watching their kids chase lighting bugs.
That wife never had a face until he met her, but he knew he needed to push those thoughts from his mind. He wasn't good for her, something that had been pointed out to him time and time again. It had just taken him a little bit of time to fully understand. So now, he was here, breaking his back to try to forget. To forget her beautiful blue eyes, her long mahogany hair, the way her soft hand felt when intertwined with his…
The sun was eclipsed by dark clouds and the he felt the deep rumble of thunder in his chest as he hooked another hay bale and swung it onto the pile. It looked like the storm would reach his barn in another ten minutes and he was going to be cutting it close. A lightning flash drew his attention towards the horizon, just in time to see the Jeep Wrangler make its way down the gravel drive, leaving a trail of dust in its wake.
What the hell was she doing here? He walked around to the front of his old Chevy truck as she reached the edge of his field. She got out of the Jeep, eyes blazing with lightning that matched that of the storm brewing.
"Why would you do this? I trusted you!" she yelled, vitriol spewing from every pore in her body.
With a crack of thunder, the skies opened up and it began to pour.
A/N: Hi everyone! I've been working on this story for awhile now. Although I love Rory and Logan, Luke and Lorelai were just bugging me to tell their story. This is completely AU, set in the present and in case I forget to mention it later, all characters belong to Amy S-P, unless I make them up. I have been working with a beta/pre-reader, but I've lost my emails so please get in touch with me! If you want to take a stab at being brutally honest and cleaning up my writing, please let me know. I take full responsibility for all mistakes from here on out.
Thanks again for reading! Damn, it feels good to be back!