AN: Apologies for the long wait. I don't even know if I actually even like this chapter, but I wanted to get something out there. I dedicate this chapter to IlovecaptainJackSparrow. Thanks for the motivation :D Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy. Thanks to everyone who has kept reading my little stories. It's much appreciated and keep up the good work. Cheers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, but as of today, I own a copy of Twilight. :D
Just Her Luck
Chapter Ten: Complications
Honor sat at the counter in the kitchen nursing her coffee and reading the morning paper. She had a bright smile on her face. It was her birthday today and as much as she hated turning thirty, she was looking forward to the party. Well, actually she was looking forward to the gifts she would receive and the fact that her mother would no longer be driving her crazy going on about flower displays and what colour the napkins should be.
Another reason why she was so excited about the impending party was so she could put her matchmaking skills into practice. She was determined that by the time Logan and Rory left to return to New York, she would have got them to admit how they felt about each other. She wasn't going to let her little brother let this one get away.
"Morning." A tired looking Logan shuffled into the kitchen, yawning and running his fingers through his messy blonde hair. Honor turned her gaze on him and watched as he poured himself some coffee.
"Good morning, little brother of mine," she greeted him chirpily. Once Logan had some caffeine in his system, he moved over to where Honor was perched on the stool and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Happy birthday," Honor beamed at him but her smile was quickly replaced with a frown when he snatched the paper from her grasp.
"Hey," she scolded him but he just ignored her and sat at the other side of the counter.
"So, how are the preparations for the party going?" he asked as he sipped his coffee. Honor crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
"Mom's handling everything. I just have to show up and look pretty."
"That'll be hard," he scoffed and Honor threw a scone at his head.
"Jerk!" Logan smirked and then returned his attention to the article he was reading. He yawned again and rubbed his eyes. He really did feel exhausted. Staying up late with Rory had really drained him, not that he was complaining. If she would have let him, he would've stayed up all night with her. He smiled to himself as he thought back to the previous night. Back to the hot tub. He could still feel her warm, wet body in his hands. He could still hear her little breathy moans and feel her soft lips on his. He couldn't believe how out of control he got when he was around her. She had the strangest effect on him.
"What are you smiling about?" He heard Honor's voice talking to him, but his mind was still elsewhere. Honor grinned and shook her head. "Like I even have to guess."
"Huh?" he broke out of his reverie and glanced up at his sister. She was staring at him with a brilliant smirk on her face. He took a sip of his coffee and shifted in his chair as he suddenly felt uncomfortable about where his mind went while in the presence of his sister.
"You really have got it bad, little brother."
"Tell me something I don't know," he said and rolled his eyes at her. Honor's smirk changed to a huge grin. She had never seen Logan act so besotted with anyone. But he really was completely hooked on Rory Gilmore. She sighed to herself as she pictured the wedding day. She would be made of honour of course and they would all live happily ever after.
"What?" Logan arched an eyebrow at her suspiciously. Honor snapped out of her thoughts and shrugged.
"I was just picturing your blonde hair and her blue eyes on a little baby," she answered excitedly. Logan frowned at Honor and stood up, desperate to get away from his maniacal sister before she started planning the wedding.
"Okay Honor, now you're starting to creep me out," he was very uncomfortable now. Not because Honor was imagining what his future offspring would look like, but because he imagined it too. And it made him happy. That was seriously disturbing on so many levels.
Honor laughed at his fearful expression and then poured another cup of coffee. "Here," she handed it to her brother and then reached across the counter to retrieve the paper that he had stolen from her, "take this to Rory when you go wake her up."
Logan furrowed his brows and stood in silent contemplation for a few seconds. He looked down at the coffee in his hands and then back at his sister, ignoring the pulse of excitement he felt at seeing Rory again. Honor was concentrated on the newspaper but she could see the glimmer of a smile on his face out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't help herself, a huge grin spread across her face and she looked at him.
"You really do have it bad!" she informed him as he stood in the middle of the kitchen holding a cup of coffee, biting his lip trying to restrain himself from sprinting to Rory's bedroom. "I've never seen you like this."
"Like what?" he asked annoyed that Honor was still present.
"Like this!" she gestured to his hesitant stance and laughed. "You're usually the cool operator. Now you're standing here like a nervous schoolgirl waiting for her prom date to show up."
Logan glared at her and turned around heading towards the door muttering about how irritating he found his sister. Honor just laughed as he sauntered out of the kitchen. She knew exactly where he was headed.
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His tongue was licking a trail over her neck; his hands were groping frantically for any piece of her. Their legs were tangled together and her arms were wrapped around his waist, pulling him infinitely closer to her body. She couldn't get enough of him. She arched her back as he began sucking on her pulse point, moaning at the glorious sensations he was causing within her. She was desperate to feel more.
"Logan…" she moaned as he bit down on her neck and his hands cupped her breasts. She heard a slight snigger in the background and it wasn't until her eyes flew open and Logan was nowhere to be seen, that she realised it had all been a dream. A hot and very vivid dream that she would love to repeat every night for the rest of her life if it was possible, but it wasn't.
She heard the sound of someone laughing and felt the bed shift beside her. Slowly, she turned around to see the man of her dreams quite literally, staring at her with an arrogant smirk plastered across his handsome face.
"You called?" he asked with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. Rory instantly felt her cheeks warm and a sick feeling grow in the pit of her stomach as realisation dawned. She had just been having a sex dream about him. A very real sex dream and by the look on his face, she would hazard a guess that he was very much aware of that fact.
Oh god!
"How did you get in here?" she asked, masking her obvious embarrassment with annoyance at his presence in her bed. Logan just shrugged and snuggled down beside her, his knowing grin still prevalent on his features.
"I knocked and when I heard my name being called out, I figured you were inviting me in," he said simply and moved closer to her. Rory shivered as she caught his scent. It immediately sent flashes of her dream and of the night before to her brain and it was all she could do not to throw herself on top of him and let him do whatever he wished to her. "I didn't realise you were inviting 'dream me' to have his way with you!"
She managed to find enough presence of mind to roll her eyes at his obvious attempts at flirting. She shoved him on the shoulder and he started laughing once again. Rory's whole body was blushing with embarrassment by this point and she wanted to crawl under the covers and never surface again.
"So…?" She lifted her gaze to meet his expectant brown eyes staring back at her.
"What?" she asked completel in awe. His close proximity was playing havoc with her mental functions.
"So, are you going to fill me in on what happened in the dream?" his left eyebrow arched suggestively and the smirk on his face was devastating.
"Nope," she turned away from him and lay on her back, closing her eyes as if she was cool enough that she could just ignore him.
"I brought coffee," he tempted her by wafting the cup above her face, letting the smell of caffeine flood her system. However she remained steadfast in her resolve. She was just going to ignore him and maybe he would go away and she could try and get Logan Huntzberger out of her system.
Logan's smirk was bright and full of amusement that Rory had been having such an erotic dream about him. It thrilled him to know that she thought about him in that way. It was a sign that maybe she really did feel something for him too. Even if it was just lust, he would take it.
He watched her closely for a few minutes as she lay on her back. His eyes trailed over her beautiful face and down over the natural curves of her body. She truly was a sight to behold, and he immediately got an image in his head of what it would be like to wake up in the same bed every morning beside her. The prospect took his breath away.
An idea came to him as he watched her chest rise and fall with every breath she took. He noticed that her breathing was slightly ragged and instantly he became aware of the fact that she was affected by him right now. His smirk broadened and he couldn't help himself. He moved closer to her, his arm brushing against hers. He lifted his head up and leaned in, breathing in her scent. He adjusted his position until he was hovering above her, both arms holding his weight at the side of her head. He peered down into her glorious face and his stomach fluttered with anticipation.
"I guess I'll just have to find out for myself then," he added before lowering himself down to where his face was mere millimetres away from hers. Rory's eyes flew open as she felt his presence around her. His breath on her face sent goose bumps all over her body. She stared wide-eyed up into his darkened lust-filled eyes and couldn't resist the pull she felt to him. She was unable to control herself around him anymore. She was slave to her body's reactions.
She waited impatiently for him to kiss her. Her insides were on fire just from the anticipation she felt. When he didn't give her what she wanted, what she craved for, she decided to take it herself. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him down with a moan as their mouths finally came into contact. The kiss was harsh and brutal as they fought for domination over the other. However, it soon grew into a softer, more tender and passionate kind of kiss as they both let go of their inhibitions and insecurities.
It wasn't the first time that Rory completely lost herself to Logan's kisses. It seemed that whenever their lips touched, she lost all capacity to form a coherent thought. Everything went out the window; Caitlin, the plan, Daniel. She was helpless to the emotions that stirred in her whenever Logan was near her. It was like she had been hiding for so long and Logan was the one who had found her and made her breathe again. He made her feel out of control and free and she liked it.
His lips sucking on her pulse point brought her out of her thoughts as she ran her fingers through his already messy hair. She gasped as he bit her skin before laving it with his tongue, marking her as his. She smiled dreamily as his hands searched her body. She didn't mind him marking her. She didn't mind it at all.
"Logan…" her voice came out husky and full of need. Logan's blood stirred at the wonderful sound. If he could live the rest of his life hearing her say his name like that, he would be a happy man. He continued sucking and licking a path down her neck and over her chest. His tongue caressed the swells of her breasts and Rory shuddered underneath him. He lowered himself so that his face was in line with her stomach and pushed up her camisole top exposing the soft, tight flesh underneath it. She writhed uncontrollably as he planted soft butterfly kisses from her navel down to the waistline of her pyjama bottoms. Rory's breath hitched as she realised what he was up to. They had been here before and she knew that unless she stopped him now, there would be no going back. They would be crossing a line that would make her life so much more complicated.
She bit her lip and arched her back as Logan nipped and kissed every inch of her lower abdomen. When she felt his fingers curve into the waistband of her pyjamas and slowly tug them down over her hips, something clicked in her brain and she immediately slapped his hands away, pulled the sheet over her and sat up in bed, panting with wide horror filled eyes. Logan sat back on his haunches, his breathing just as erratic as hers, with a look of confusion on his face.
"What's wrong?" he asked studying her closely. He moved towards her and reached out to touch her but Rory was up and out of bed before he could get close enough. She stood at the side of the bed and folded her arms around her chest with a frantic expression on her face.
"I think you should go," she said seriously as she tried to control her breathing. She had been in this position twice now in the space of twenty-four hours and twice she had managed to find the presence of mind to stop things from going any further. She wasn't sure if she could do it a third time.
Logan frowned at her and slid to the edge of the bed. He sat there staring at her completely dumfounded.
"Rory…" he reached out his hand again and this time managed to grab her arm. He pulled her towards him until she was standing between his legs; he let his head rest against her stomach.
"Logan…" Rory let her resolve fall and she ran her fingers through his hair and placed a kiss on the top of his head. Logan's hands were on her thighs, caressing her, longing to touch every part of her.
"You should go," she murmured into his hair and Logan moved his head so he was looking up at her.
"Why?" he asked, his hands were still roaming over her and Rory fought every impulse just to let him do whatever he wanted to her.
"Because…" she managed to find her voice, "I don't trust myself with you."
Logan's confused state quickly disappeared to be replaced with the most beautiful smile she had ever laid eyes on. It covered his whole face. He was beaming and it made her stomach do cartwheels. For a moment she considered telling Caitlin that she couldn't go through with the plan any longer. Any backlash that came her way would almost be worth it if she could stare at that smile for the rest of her life.
The moment was fleeting.
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Rory stood in front of the mirror staring at her reflection, her mind was elsewhere. She was supposed to be deciding which dress to wear tonight to Honor's birthday party; the black floor length number which clung to her curves making her feel self-conscious or the pale blue knee length chiffon dress that always brought out her eyes. Her brain was supposed to be pre-occupied with such thoughts, however, all she could think about was a certain Mr Huntzberger and how close she had come to just throwing caution to the wind and ruining everything. She had tried to remain aloof and unaffected by him, but it was hard. Every time she was around him he seemed to have this ability to dazzle her and make her forget all about the fact that she was supposed to be the one in charge. She was supposed to be playing games and driving him crazy. But it was her who was left speechless and completely incapable of functioning properly whenever he was around.
She was starting to doubt whether she could see this whole thing through to the end. Who was she kidding? She had been having serious doubts since Caitlin first suggested it. She wasn't the manipulating kind. She had never had a cruel bone in her body before she agreed to help her old friend. She still didn't. It was becoming glaringly obvious that she was in way over her head and she felt like she was sinking without a trace.
The plan was to get Logan to fall in love with her and then cruelly break up with him, humiliating him in the process. Considering how 'friendly' Logan was with the opposite sex, she wasn't sure whether their close calls in the hot tub and then her bedroom this morning were due to her feminine wiles working their magic or whether that was just how he operated.
Was he falling in love with her? Or, was she just a challenge to him? Another notch on his bedpost? How could she be sure that the plan was working? How could she know whether he was truly genuine in his affections? Perhaps he was playing her too. If Caitlin was to be believed, then Logan was the devil incarnate. Seducing women everywhere he went just so he could ditch them and humiliate them. Was that really the man she had come to know these past few weeks?
Rory let out a huge sigh; her head was starting to hurt. She slumped down onto the bed and sat with her head in her hands, desperate to shut out all the contradicting emotions whirling inside her. She was pretty sure she was close to having a nervous breakdown.
"Hey, you okay?" a friendly voice interrupted her mental fatigue. Rory looked up and gave Francie a watery smile. In an instant, the redhead was sitting beside her with her arms wrapped around her and a look of concern on her face. "What happened?"
Rory couldn't contain the tears that were threatening to fall and soon she was sobbing loudly against her friend's shoulder, while Francie rocked her back and forth, trying to soothe her.
After a few minutes, Rory finally managed to get a hold of herself, the tears subsided and the stress of everything began to fall away. Francie cradled her in her arms and whispered softly in her ear that everything would be alright. Eventually, Rory started to believe her. She sat up, wiping her hand over her tearstained cheeks. Francie brushed the hair from her face and studied her intently.
"I'm sorry. I don't…"
"You don't have to apologise," she stroked her wet cheek and flung her arm around her shoulders, squeezing her closer.
"I feel like an idiot," Rory hiccupped and Francie laughed.
"Everyone needs a good cry sometimes. It's good for you. It releases the toxins and makes you feel better."
Rory sighed and let her head fall on Francie's shoulder. Francie placed a kiss on her hair and squeezed her shoulder.
"Do you know what helps even more? Talking to your best friend. I'm a good listener, you know."
"I know." She had used Francie's excellent listening skills many a time over the years; however, this was one problem she couldn't fix with some friendly advice over a cup of coffee. It just wasn't that simple and she knew how highly Francie thought of Logan. If she were to find out the truth, she might not be too understanding. Also, there was Finn to consider. Could she really trust that she wouldn't tell her boyfriend about what Rory and Caitlin had planned for his best friend?
"So…? Feel free to let it all out!" Francie encouraged her to spill, but Rory pulled away and sat up on the bed. She sniffed a few more times before she stood up and moved in front of the mirror.
"I have to get ready," she said as she stared at her pale, blotchy reflection. She couldn't bring herself to so much as glance at Francie. If she did she would see the look of disappointment on her face.
"Okay. But if you change you mind…you know where to find me," she said after a few minutes and stood up, making her way to the door. Rory finally looked up to see her retreating figure. She felt sadness overwhelm her. She wanted to reach out to Francie. There was a time when she felt like she could talk to her about anything, just like with her mother. But she didn't want to see the look of disgust on her face as she was sure that's how she would respond.
"Francie?" she called out just as Francie was about to exit the room. Francie spun around with a hopeful expression on her face.
"Yeah?"
"You really have nothing to worry about with Finn. According to Logan, he's nuts about you,"
Francie smiled brightly and then disappeared down the hallway. Rory smiled too for the first time that day. That smile was cut short when her cell phone started ringing. She picked it up off the nightstand and sighed as she read the caller ID. She continued staring at it and waited for it to ring out. She really didn't want to talk to Caitlin right now.
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He was pretty sure he was being avoided. He had looked almost everywhere he could think of but as of yet, Rory Gilmore was nowhere to be seen. The party was in full swing, Honor was in her element as the centre of attention, but Logan felt restless without his favourite Gilmore Girl by his side. He felt like a part of him was missing, corny but true. She had become such a huge part of his life and his feelings towards her had only grown exponentially, that when she wasn't around, he felt it like a sledgehammer to the chest.
He sipped his scotch and let his eyes scan the room one last time, searching for the brunette with the big blue eyes. Again, he was met with disappointment.
He started to worry that maybe something was wrong. Maybe she was sick or maybe she had decided that she didn't want anything to do with him and so went home without so much as a word. He felt his chest tighten as the panic set in and his overworked imagination went into meltdown. She was probably just somewhere stuck talking to some really old, dull person and in desperate need of rescuing.
"Looking for someone?" Logan spun around and almost spilt his drink all over Francie as she stood smiling in front of him.
"Hey, have you seen Rory?" The words were out of his mouth before he could formulate a thought. He had Rory on the brain and after their morning encounter; she was all he could think about.
"She's around here somewhere," she said casually, only serving to annoy Logan with her blasé approach. He was more than eager to see her; he needed definite answers not vague responses.
"Where?" he asked and Francie's smile became a full blown grin. She enjoyed playing with him. He was way too easy.
"I just left her. She's over there by the chocolate fountain. Where else would she be?" she rolled her eyes and pointed out her friend to the desperate blonde.
Logan followed her direction and finally his eyes found what he had been so frantically searching for. He felt his whole body relax and a smile of unadulterated happiness cover his face. His eyes took in her full beauty; she was a vision in her pale blue dress. He viewed her admiringly as the sheer, silky material of her dress shimmered over her perfect curves. She was stunning. His pulse was suddenly racing and his blood immediately flooded to his groin and he started walking towards her automatically, leaving Francie behind to shake her head at how bad he had it.
As soon as Rory saw him coming towards her, her whole body stiffened, as if she was preparing to go into battle. She tried to ignore the little flip of excitement she felt as she took in how handsome he looked in his black suit. No one could wear clothes quite like Logan could. She was pretty sure that he would still look incredible if he was dressed as a homeless person.
As he got closer, she masked her features and turned her attention back to the chocolate heaven that was situated beside her. She felt Logan's presence at her side and she could feel his arm brush against hers as he closed the gap and whispered in her ear.
"Where have you been hiding all night?" Rory's body shuddered uncontrollably as his breath caressed her skin.
"I wasn't hiding," she shrugged, trying to play it cool. It was taking a lot of effort as his mere presence was driving her crazy. "Blame Honor, she would have to have a chocolate fountain at her birthday party. Give me a few more drinks and I'll probably strip off and jump in."
She laughed nervously before realising the implications of what she had just said. Logan's smoky gaze held strong and a smirk crossed his features, "Now that is something I'd like to see."
Rory felt her whole body blush as Logan had a devilish glint in his eyes. He moved closer to her and placed his hand on the small of her back as he leaned in. She was beginning to feel dizzy with his intoxicating presence. She tried to remember to stay strong and to remain focused but with Logan so close and smelling so incredible, she wasn't sure whether she could hold out much longer.
"Hey, Logan!" A seductive voice broke the trance between them and Rory glanced up to see a stunningly attractive brunette smiling admiringly at Logan. She narrowed her eyes and scanned Logan's face to see his reaction to this mystery girl.
"Um, hi." He cleared his throat and moved away from Rory slightly, dropping his hand from her back. She immediately missed the contact and mentally sent a death glare to the girl.
"Nice party," the girl smiled as she twirled her finger in her hair. Rory tried to refrain from rolling her eyes at such obvious attempts at flirting.
"Yeah. My Mom sure knows how to plan a great party," Logan smiled as the girl giggled moronically. Rory glanced from her and then to Logan and enjoyed the fact that he seemed so uncomfortable in both their presence. When his eyes met hers in a hesitant gaze, something suddenly occurred to her; the reason for his unease. He had slept with the girl. She was one of his previous conquests.
"We should catch up." The brunette briefly glanced at Rory with disdain in her eyes. "Maybe later when you're not preoccupied."
As the girl strutted away into the crowd, Rory turned to face Logan with a look of uneasy amusement on her face. Logan took a long sip of his drink and averted his eyes from her curious gaze.
"Old friend of yours?" Rory asked she already knew the answer. Logan's body language was a complete give away. He stared her down eventually and then sighed heavily. Finishing his drink, he grasped her arm lightly and gestured for her to follow him.
"Come with me," he led her out of the main room and onto the patio where they were left alone. Rory immediately shivered as the cold air hit her bare shoulders and Logan had his suit jacket off and wrapped around her in the space of three seconds.
"Her name is Theresa Whitman or Whitfield or something like that," he started to explain. Rory slid her arms through the sleeves of his jacket and tried to ignore the fact that his scent was all around her. "We went out on one date about two years ago…"
"And you had sex with her." It wasn't a question. She knew the answer as soon the girl showed up. She was well aware of Logan's reputation. It was one of the reasons why she was there in the first place.
"Yes." Logan replied through a tightened jaw, "It was one time."
"Why are you telling me this?" Rory wondered. She had no idea why he was suddenly going all confessional on her.
Logan studied her for a moment, his brown eyes searching her face before he spoke. "Because I'm not that guy anymore. I want you to trust me and if that is going to happen I have to be completely open and honest and up front with you about everything."
Rory felt a pang at his admittance but swallowed it down. Now wasn't the time to feel guilty about her lack of morals when it came to being honest and truthful. "About everything?"
"Absolutely." He nodded firmly. Rory bit her lip and narrowed her eyes as her curiosity got the better of her.
"Why did you break up with Caitlin?" she asked the burning question well aware that he most likely wouldn't give her an answer. Knowing that he still held something back from her, that he wasn't willing to be completely truthful with her made her feel better about herself. As much as she wanted to know what exactly had happened there, she felt comfort in that.
Logan breathed a heavy sigh and let his chin rest on his chest, closing his eyes for a moment before meeting her gaze. "Anything but that."
"There you are!" Finn's head appeared from the doorway and they both jumped. "They're just about to bring out the cake!"
He disappeared again leaving both Rory and Logan standing alone in silence. After a few seconds, Rory let out a sigh and slid her arms out of his suit jacket, handing it back to him. Logan studied her for a moment before accepting his jacket. She smiled at him and then brushed passed him while rubbing her cold shoulders, as she went back inside. Neither said a word.
Later as the party continued, Rory sat alone with a huge grin on her face as she watched Finn and Francie dancing together on the dance floor. She had managed to escape his advances and gauging by the horrified look on Francie's face, she had a lucky escape. Finn was throwing all sorts of bizarre shapes on the dance floor; his body was contorting into positions never dared before by any sane or sober person. But since Finn was no longer sober and could never have been classed as sane, he actually looked relatively normal.
Rory couldn't help but laugh as he bumped into fellow dancers, drawing dirty looks from them. He was completely wasted and Rory had never witnessed such a hysterical sight.
Her eyes were soon drawn away from the scene on the dance floor as she latched onto a familiar head of blonde hair on the other side of the hall. Logan was standing talking rather animatedly to a very attractive blonde girl. She watched as they laughed together as if they had known each other their whole lives. Rory tried to ignore the pang of jealousy she felt, but it was hard. She wondered whether the girl was another of Logan's conquests.
"You so don't have anything to worry about there. I can assure you." Rory broke her gaze from Logan to stare into the friendly eyes of his sister. Honor gave her a reassuring smile before sitting down in the seat beside her.
"That's Abigail. She and Logan are-"
"-old friends?" Rory finished her sentence, her voice sounding rather dry as she spoke. It seemed Logan had a lot of 'old friends'.
"Yeah, but in this one instance, that's all they actually are. They never slept together to the best of my knowledge. Logan and Abigail used to run around in diapers together. When they got older, she would never even give him the time of day and Logan was too much of an idiot to notice what a good thing he had in front of him." Honor explained trying to ease some of Rory's concerns.
"They look pretty close," Rory observed from a distance. She watched how they interacted with one another. They had bright smiles spread across their faces and Abigail would occasionally touch his arm. She wasn't sure whether it was purely as platonic as Honor suggested.
"They were. They hadn't seen each other for a while until…"
"Until what?" Rory enquired as Honor trailed off. Honor bit her lip, mentally kicking herself for slipping up. She looked hard at Rory and knew that she was someone who could be trusted to keep a secret even though she was a reporter.
"Abigail's husband might be investing in Logan's solo venture," she admitted. At the mention of the word 'husband' Rory's eyes widened and the weight of jealousy immediately evaporated from her shoulders.
"She's married!?" her tone was surprised and Honor smiled.
"It's interesting that that was what you picked up on." she laughed and placed her hand over Rory's. "Do you know what would be the perfect birthday gift for me?"
Rory shrugged, her gaze was pulled back towards Logan. "To see my baby brother happy and settled with the woman of his dreams."
Rory's head snapped back and she studied Honor curiously. "Oh yeah. And who would that be?"
Honor shook her head and rolled her eyes as she stood up and patted Rory's hand. "I'm looking at her."
Rory was frozen on the spot as Honor gave her one last knowing smile and then disappeared into the crowd of revellers. Her mind was racing as so many different thoughts and emotions sped through her brain all at the same time. She didn't know what to make of Honor's comments. She didn't know what to make of anything anymore. She was so out of it that she didn't even noticed Logan appear at her side moments later with a huge grin on his face. He picked up her hand and pulled her up from the chair.
"Hey, come here. There's someone I want you to meet." Logan dragged Rory across the hall to where Abigail was still standing. Rory was still in a daze but didn't miss the look Abigail gave her. It was a protective glance as if she was giving her the once over, checking to make sure she was good enough for Logan.
"Abigail Rutherford, this is Rory Gilmore. Rory, this is one of my oldest friend's Abigail." Logan made the introductions, his hand still grasping Rory's in a firm grip. He had a proud smile on his face as he pulled Rory close to his side. Abigail smiled at Logan and then nodded at Rory.
"It's nice to meet you, Rory. Logan hasn't been able to shut up about you all night. I was starting to think he just made you up," she said teasingly and Logan glared at her. Rory smiled stiffly. She still wasn't sure what to make of this woman. She was immensely beautiful and well groomed. Her whole presence was slightly intimidating.
"Nope. I'm really real."
"I hope you're not too good to be true," Abigail commented as she sipped on her wine glass. Rory suddenly felt very wary of the girl. By the look she was giving her, she seemed slightly suspicious of her.
"So, where is that husband of yours?" Logan asked completely unaware of the slight trace of tension between the two women.
"You mean you're potential future investor?" Abigail turned her attention back to Logan. Rory was rather grateful for that. She felt very uncomfortable under Abigail's scrutinising glare. "He's around here somewhere."
"I am right here, Darling." A deep voice came from behind them. Rory was still trying to adjust to the unease she felt. She waited for Logan and the new arrival to say their hello's before she bothered to pay attention to him herself. When she finally did get a good look at Abigail's husband, her face paled and her stomach fell. She felt liking throwing up as those familiar dark eyes met hers. Abigail's husband, Logan's potential business investor was none other than Daniel Rutherford; the man she had been having an affair with for the last few months.
AN: The plot thickens! Tell me what you think and leave a little review. I'll hopefully have another update for this or one of my other stories soon. Thanks for reading.
Julie.