It was Friday evening and Rory found herself in the most unlikely of places for a Gilmore Girl…at the gym. She was fully aware that one of the cardinal rules of being a Gilmore Girl was that Gilmore Girls don't exercise; and yet, here she was in the locker room of her local Lifetime Fitness changing into grey leggings and a black tank-top. After stowing her belongings securely into a locker she took a deep breath and exited the locker room. Immediately she felt completely out of place, but she had her reasons for being here. Yesterday had been one of her best birthdays ever. Today, by comparison, had been hell. Feeling the need to blow off some steam like never before, Rory had taken a page out of Paris' book and decided to give exercise a go. Rory had grabbed gym clothes and sneakers and headed to the closest gym to their apartment and signed up for a membership. Out on the floor she wandered around the contemplating all the various machines. After watching a toned, blonde woman on a stair-stepping machine Rory thought she'd start with that.
Once Rory figured the machine out and got herself going she allowed herself to think back over the events of the last twenty-four hours. Twenty-four hours ago she'd been at Del Posto enjoying sumptuous birthday cake with her family. Twenty hours ago she and Logan had been awakened by a phone call from Mitchum requesting his son's company on a business trip to California to look at a newspaper that he had decided that he might be interested in buying. Logan had resisted being dragged into this business trip but in the end Mitchum had won and Logan was told their flight left at seven am sharp. Logan and Rory had gone back to bed but were back up at four-thirty to get Logan packed and to the airport in time for his flight. When Rory arrived at the NYDN office slightly later than her usual time she'd already been up for four hours and was into her sixth cup of coffee. All she'd wanted to do was finish her article for the business section and go home and crawl back into bed. But when she got to her cube Kevin was waiting there for her.
"Ready to tell me about your third article yet?" he asked snidely.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Rory replied.
"I looked at the unpublished article drive and you have already turned in two stories for our department this week," Kevin explained, "So besides that third article that Darin mentioned yesterday what could you possible be here to work on today?"
"Okay," Rory groaned, "You're right, I'm working on a third article, but I was asked to keep the details under wraps."
"Let me guess," Kevin said, "Your husband is already moving you up the ranks."
"I'm not talking to you about this," Rory said, "Now, if you'd get out of my cube, I have work to do."
"Fine, but I'm going to get to the bottom of this," Kevin said harshly.
"What happened to you having my back?" Rory asked sadly.
"That went down the drain when you started going after promotions that rightfully belong to other people," Kevin ranted, "I've been in this stupid section for well over a year. When do I get my chance to move up?"
"I think that is something you should be discussing with Darin, not me," Rory suggested gingerly.
"Is Darin in on this whole plot to move you up the ranks early?" Kevin asked, "Has your husband offered him a big payoff to be supportive of a promotion in your favor."
A small crowd had gathered outside Rory's cube and was listening to the entire exchange with interest. When Darin noticed the crowd he emerged from his cube to break things up. "Everyone back to your cubes, I'm sure you have work to do," Darin announced, "You two in my office, pronto."
When Kevin and Rory were seated in the two chairs in Darin's office he calmly asked. "Please explain to me what was going on out there."
Neither said anything prompting Darin to ask, "Rory, tell me what happened."
"Well, basically Kevin is accusing my husband of unfairly moving me up the ranks early and you of taking a bribe from him to make all of this happen," Rory explained, "And before you ask, I didn't tell him anything. He just happened to notice that I received three assignment sheets on Monday, but only told him about two of my articles when he asked. From there he deduced the rest, which I still haven't admitted to."
"So, it's true then, Rory is being moved up the ranks after less than two months as a rookie reporter?" Kevin fumed, "Don't you think there are more deserving people in our department who have put in their dues? Don't you think Mr. Huntzberger should be directed to promote someone other than his wife?"
"Kevin," Darin said as calmly as he could muster, "Rory is not being promoted to a different section due to her husband's actions. She is being promoted due to my actions. In case you haven't taken the time to read Rory's articles let me update you; Rory is a phenomenal writer. The caliber of writing that she produces is so outstanding that it would be a disservice to this newspaper to squander her talent in this section for any longer than necessary for us to determine which section would be the best fit for her."
"Her husband is probably helping her write all her articles himself to help her get to the top faster," Kevin said accusingly.
"Don't you think my husband is a little too busy being editor in chief to help me with my stories?" Rory asked, "Besides if you look back at my high school and college writing portfolios you'd see that I've had an aptitude for writing all along."
"Whatever," Kevin said, "You can move my name from the friend column back to the enemy column."
Rory remained silent. She hadn't been surprised by his comment, but that didn't mean that it hurt any less to hear him say it. Rory had returned to her desk when Darin had dismissed her. It should have only taken her an hour to two to pound out the rest of her article; but after the confrontation with Kevin she just couldn't concentrate. It was well after lunch time, which she'd worked through, when she finally finished her article. She printed a copy and headed into Darin's office with it. Usually Darin was enthusiastic and complementary about her articles but today he was subdued.
"Is it okay?" Rory asked.
"It's perfect, as usual," Darin said.
"Is everything okay?" Rory asked.
"Kevin quit," Darin said, "Please assure me that you didn't flaunt your promotion in front of him."
"I would never do that," Rory said, her eyes dangerously close to spilling the tears that were beginning to well up in them, "Kevin was my only friend in this department; I knew that my getting promoted before him would be hard for him to handle. I was going to keep the news from him as long as possible. He really just figured it out on his own."
"I believe you," Darin said wearily, "Unfortunately due to the loss of Kevin we may have to delay your move to another section. We are going to have to hire not just a reporter to replace you, but one to replace him too."
"I understand," Rory said, wondering if Kevin hadn't known that this would happen when he quit and chose to do it on purpose to spite her. She also had to wonder deep down if Kevin had ever really been her friend at all or just another person interested in her connection to the boss.
Seeing the look on her face and misreading it, Darin said, "Don't feel bad, this isn't your fault. Journalism is a very competitive field…things like this happen from time to time. After Kevin's little display today he probably wouldn't have had a long future with the company anyway. Why don't we take this article up to Tom, the editor of the business section and see what he thinks."
As expected Tom loved the article as well, and that proved to be one of only a few bright spots in Rory's day. Rory returned to her desk and saved her article to the drive in which the business section stored their unpublished articles. She gathered up her things and headed to the elevator. Her plan had been to go home and veg out in front of the television for the rest of the night. As she stepped off the elevator her cell phone began to ring. Rory checked the caller ID and smiled when she saw that it was Logan.
"Just the person I was hoping to hear from!" Rory answered enthusiastically.
"I'm not sure you'll want to hear from me anymore when I tell you that my Dad has extended our business trip through Sunday evening," Logan said glumly.
"Seriously?" Rory groaned, "That news just topped off my crappy day."
"You had a crappy day?" Logan asked, "What happened?"
"Well, after seeing you off this morning I headed into the office to finish my business article. Kevin was waiting in my cube for me. He'd done a little snooping to discover that I really did have a third story and not just two, like I'd told him. He also deduced that it was for a different section and why I'm writing stories for other sections. I didn't confirm or deny any of it. But by the end of his little rant we'd gathered quit a crowd who heard him accuse you of promoting me without cause and Darin of taking a bribe from you to facilitate it," Rory rattled off.
"So, what happened?" Logan asked.
"Darin pulled both of us into his office. Kevin basically repeated his accusations to Darin's face then told me that I should no longer consider him a friend," Rory explained, "Darin defended me and the company's decision to promote me. I found out later that Kevin quit which is going to delay me moving to another section because now two new reporters need to be hired for Lifestyles instead of just one."
"Kevin quit?" Logan asked.
"Yeah, I guess he was upset enough over not being promoted himself that he decided to leave," Rory said.
"I knew I had a good reason to not like that guy," Logan said smugly.
"That's all you have to say?" Rory asked angrily.
"Rory, you knew I didn't like him or the fact that you were friends with him, what do you want me to say?" Logan asked.
"I just had the worst day in which I got into a fight with and lost the only friend I had at work. My promotion is being put on hold because someone quit over the fact that I'm getting promoted instead of them and my boss felt the need to ask me if I betrayed his confidence and broke the silence about my promotion," Rory listed off, "And all you can talk about is how glad you are that Kevin quit. How about showing a little compassion instead of celebrating how great this news is for you?"
"I didn't mean it like that Rory," Logan began, but he didn't have the chance to finish his thought because at that moment Rory hung up on him. She turned her cell phone off and furiously threw it back into her purse. She stormed home and had the urge to punch something. When she reached the apartment she paced, trying to decide what to do with this pent up rage she was feeling. She was angry at Mitchum for taking Logan away all weekend on a business trip. She was angry at Kevin for not just being her friend and being happy at her professional gain. She was angry with Darin for asking her if she'd spilled the news about her promotion even though he'd asked her not to. And she was angry at Logan for not being the supportive husband that he normally was in these kinds of situations. But most of all she was angry with herself for ever accepting a job with Huntzberger Media and putting herself in this position. Their home phone had been ringing incessantly since she'd walked in the door, no doubt it was Logan, but she wasn't going to answer it. She needed to blow off some steam before she spoke with him again. Thinking about how Paris had turned to exercise to de-stress during their last year of college Rory thought that might not be a bad idea. Grabbing the closest things she could find to gym clothes and some sneakers Rory threw them into a bag with her iPod and left, in search of a gym.
Rory had been on the stair-stepping machine for close to twenty minutes and she could tell that she was not going to last much longer. She slowed her pace before stopping and stepping off the machine. She drew in a deep breath. While her heart was going a mile a minute, she was feeling considerably more calm. Rory thought she'd try something with her arms to give her legs a break. She wandered toward where she thought she'd seen rowing machines earlier. She found them but discovered that all the machines were occupied. She waited off to a side letting her heart rate slow as she waited for a machine to open up. Less than five minutes later an older man left a machine and Rory quickly moved for it. She was approaching it from one side as a dark haired man was approaching it from the other side. At the same time they started to apologize and step back to allow the other to take the machine when their eyes met and recognition flickered across both their faces.
"You are about the last person I'd expect to see at a gym," he said to her.
"Ditto," she replied with a grin.
"All that coffee and those chocolate chip pancakes finally start catching up with you?" he asked her in his signature cocky tone.
"Believe it or not," she said, "this is my first time ever in a gym. I needed to blow off some steam and I decided that this might be a good way to accomplish that."
"Wanna talk about it?" he asked.
"With you?" she countered.
"Sure, why not?" he asked, "I'm as good a person as any."
While they were bantering another rowing machine opened up next to the first one. Each took a seat and began to row in silence. After a few minutes she decided that maybe Jess Mariano might be the perfect person to share her crappy day with and she said, "So, twenty-four hours ago I was eating some amazing birthday cake at one of Mario Batali's restaurants for my twenty-fourth birthday…"
Forty-five minutes later Rory found herself sitting at a table in the juice bar, across from Jess wrapping up the very detailed account of her crappy day that she'd been sharing with him. "So, that brings us to the surreal part of my day where I end up at a gym of all places, drinking smoothies with my ex-boyfriend," Rory said with a smirk.
"But, I bet just talking about all of it has made you feel somewhat better," Jess said.
Rory thought for a moment and said, "You know, it does. Or, it might just be all the extra endorphins in my system from the exercise."
"If you want my advice here it is," Jess said, "If this jerk Kevin was really your friend he'd be happy for you that you are doing so well, I'd forget him. Your husband was wrong to talk you into going to work at one of his family's companies. It doesn't matter what you do your co-workers are never going to really like you for you in that position. However, I don't blame your father-in-law for keeping you from working for the competition, you are an awesome writer. I'm not sure how you can make a story about flu shots or organic vegetable interesting, but you've got me hanging on your every word."
Rory blushed at the compliment and said, "What about Logan's insensitivity to my bad day?"
"Well, I'd forgive him," Jess said with some effort, "You don't understand the male capacity to be jealous."
"Thanks Jess," Rory said.
"No problem," he replied.
They drank their smoothies in silence for a minute before Rory asked, "So, what are you up to these days?"
"I'm still working at the gallery," he said, "and living in the apartment above it with my partners. Same old."
"Girlfriend?" Rory asked curiously.
"Actually I've been on a few dates with someone I met at a bar one night, but I'm not sure it's going to go anywhere," Jess admitted.
Changing the subject Rory asked, "Are you going to the wedding?"
"Didn't you hear?" Jess asked, "I'm an usher."
"So is Logan," Rory replied, "That should be interesting."
"I'll try to play nice," Jess offered.
"I'd appreciate that," Rory said. Glancing at the large clock on a nearby wall she said, "I really should get going. I've probably been avoiding Logan's phone calls long enough. He'll start to worry."
Jess nodded, unsure of what to say.
"Thanks again for listening," Rory said, "Maybe we could talk again sometime? It was nice having an outside party to talk to you know, someone who isn't usually caught up in my crazy life to offer another perspective."
"Yeah, I'd like that," Jess said awkwardly, "Maybe we meet here again, I usually come here on Wednesdays after work and sometimes Fridays too."
"That sounds good," Rory said.
"Good," Jess repeated.
On her taxi ride back to the apartment Rory contemplated whether or not she should tell Logan about running into Jess. Mostly she wanted to tell him, she wouldn't feel right about not being honest with him. On the other hand she knew that it would just make him jealous. She could understand his jealousy; she wouldn't want to find out that he was getting together with an old girlfriend to talk, but she still wasn't sure that telling him was the best idea. For now she would keep it to herself.
At home she decided to shower before she listened to the messages he'd left her and called him back. Half an hour later in pajamas and with a towel wrapped around her head she settled on the couch and listened to the six total messages he'd left between her cell phone and the home phone. When she was finished listening she dialed his cell number and waited for him to answer.
"Rory?" he answered in a slightly panicked tone, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she replied, "I was just too angry to talk to you before."
"I'm so sorry, you were right. I was being a complete jerk about your crappy day," he admitted.
"I know," Rory replied calmly, "And I forgive you."
"You do?" Logan asked, "Just like that?"
"I've had a lot of time to think about it and an old friend advised me to forgive you," Rory explained.
"Who's this old friend?" Logan asked curiously.
"It doesn't matter. They just explained to me that sometimes guys have a hard time focusing on the big picture and can only see how a situation affects them. I'm sure that deep down you did feel bad for me about my day; that just wasn't the first thing your guy brain picked up on while it was processing," Rory said.
"Well, tell whoever it was, thanks," Logan replied, "Are you really okay? It really does sound like it was a horrible day."
"I was really angry "earlier, and not just with you either. I actually went to the gym and signed up for a membership," Rory admitted.
"Seriously," Logan chuckled, not able to imagine his wife exercising.
"Seriously," she repeated, "I plan to go at least once a week from now on, it really helped me to de-stress."
"Did you run into the old friend at the gym?" Logan asked.
"Yes," Rory said with a smile.
"Are you sure you can't tell me who it was?" Logan tried.
"I can, but I'm not sure you'll like it very much," Rory explained.
"Was this old friend a guy?" Logan practically growled.
"Yes, he was," Rory confirmed.
"Was he also an ex-boyfriend?" Logan asked tensely.
"Also correct," Rory admitted quietly.
"Well, since Dean should still be in jail I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that it was Jess," Logan said gruffly.
"It was Jess, but before you get all mad and jealous let me say something," Rory told him, "My friendship with Jess does not pose any threat to you. Jess and I made our peace a long time ago. He only wants what is best for me and he knows that he isn't it. The nice thing about running into Jess was that he could tell that I was having a rough day and he let me vent to him about it for nearly an hour. You have no idea how much better I felt after that."
"Are you sure that the only thing you did with him was vent?" Logan asked.
"Logan Elias Huntzberger," Rory thundered, "How dare you even ask me that. Have I ever given you reason to doubt my faithfulness to you? I don't know what it's going to take for you to trust me, but you better think about it this weekend and figure it out. I love you and only you; that isn't going to change. But despite how much I love you and sharing my life with you I don't think you have the right to tell me who I can and can't be friends with."
"Rory," Logan said wearily, "It's not you that I don't trust, it's him and that he's not going to make a move on you."
"Logan, even if he does make a move on it, it changes it nothing except I will no longer want him as a friend," Rory explained, "Okay?"
"Okay," Logan agreed somewhat reluctantly, "Can we hang up so I can go bang my head against the wall now?"
"Why is this so hard for you?" Rory asked.
"I don't know how to explain it," Logan replied, "It's a guy thing. Can't you just stick to girl friends?"
"Logan," Rory said warningly.
"I know," Logan said, "I know."
"You need to have more confidence in our relationship," Rory reprimanded him, "And if not that then, your prowess in bed. Trust me when I saw that when it comes to that I'm not even close to tempted by even the thought of anyone else. You satisfy me like I can't even tell you."
"Oh yeah?" Logan said, sounding very proud of himself.
"Yes," Rory reassured him.
"Maybe you could work that into the conversation next time you talk to Jess," Logan suggested.
Rory chuckled and said, "I'll see what I can do. I'm going to let you go though I haven't eaten dinner yet, I'm starving."
Rory hung up the phone and headed back into their bathroom to comb her hair. As she combed she thought about the conversation they'd just had. It's not that she didn't understand his worries and fears where other guys were concerned; if the situation were reversed she wouldn't be comfortable with him spending time with any of his Xs. But in all honestly he didn't really have any Xs, just a series of girls he'd had one night stands with, it was natural for her not to want him to have anything to do with any of those girls. The situation with Jess was different and she hoped that he'd realize that because her having him to talk to earlier had been great. It would be nice to have another person in New York to talk to besides just Logan. And it was obvious that she was not going to make any friends at work any time soon.
Rory ordered Indian food for dinner and as she ate she thought about what she should do with this weekend that she suddenly had to herself. She thought about heading home to Stars Hollow, but she had just been home the weekend before and she'd just seen her mother yesterday for her birthday. For a brief minute she considered calling Shira to find out exactly where in California Logan and Mitchum were so she could fly out and spend time with Logan. But when she'd thought about it for a little bit longer she realized how exciting the prospect of a whole weekend to herself was, besides Logan was in California for business meetings, the chances that he'd actually have time to sightsee with her were slim. A whole weekend to do whatever suited her best… she couldn't wait.
Rory had fallen asleep that night watching a late night talk show in their bed. She slept in late the next morning and when she got up she relaxed in their Jacuzzi tub while she decided what to do. As she was putting the finishing touches on her make-up her cell phone rang and Rory was surprised that the caller ID read 'Colin.'
"Hello?" Rory asked curiously.
"Rory, this is Colin," he said.
"Are you looking for Logan?" Rory asked, "He's on a business trip in California with his father this weekend."
"I know that's he's out of town. I was calling for you," Colin explained, "You see, I'm at Tiffany's and could use your feminine opinion."
"Colin, are you picking out an engagement ring?" Rory asked somewhat breathlessly.
"What else would you image I'd be doing here?" Colin asked nervously.
"Colin, that is so exciting! When are you going to propose?" Rory asked.
"Can we discuss the details when you get here?" he asked, "Just hurry, please."
When Rory got off the phone with Colin she finished getting ready in record time. Before she left she made a quick stop in their office and pulled an envelope out of her file cabinet. Over a year ago Steph had given Rory an envelope which she said contained pictures of what she deemed perfect engagement rings. At the time Rory had felt idiotic filing this envelope away, as if Colin would call and consult Rory about what kind of ring to propose to Steph with. Now she was glad that she'd held onto the envelope for all this time. Rory hailed a taxi outside and told the driver to step on it.
When she arrived at Tiffany's and found a nervous Colin waiting for her she flung her arms around him in joy. Apprehensively Colin hugged her back and began answering the multitude of questions pouring out of her.
"So, when are you planning on proposing?" Rory asked.
"I'm not sure yet, but I'd like to be prepared when the moment comes," Colin responded.
"So, you think the moment might be soon?" Rory asked.
"At the very latest I think I'll propose at midnight on New Year's Eve," Colin confided.
"Does anyone else know that you are planning this?" Rory asked.
"Well, Logan," Colin said, "I actually called him first but since he was out of town he suggested I ask you for help."
Narrowing her eyes Rory asked, "Did he tell you to ask me because he thinks I'd be a person who knew what kind of ring Steph expected or because he wants you to keep an eye on me?"
Colin reddened slightly before replying, "Both I think. He said you have excellent taste in jewelry and you are one of Steph's best friends; but he did tell me about you running into your ex at the gym."
"Why doesn't he trust me?" Rory whined.
"I don't think you're the one he doesn't trust," Colin said, "And if you haven't noticed Logan is very possessive, he doesn't like to share; especially not with someone he doesn't already know that he can trust."
"So, he's just trying to protect me?" Rory asked.
"Something like that," Colin said, "Just give him some time, he'll get used to the idea."
"He'd better," Rory grumbled.
"Let's get back to my problem here," Colin said, "I think I have good taste in jewelry, but let's face it, Steph is going to be especially picky about a piece of jewelry that she has to wear for the rest of her life. Can you help me?"
"As a matter of fact I can," Rory said with a grin, "Steph gave me an envelope over a year ago which contains pictures of engagement rings that she likes and here is said envelope."
Rory and Colin tore into the envelope and studied the pictures within. From the various pictures they determined that she wanted a platinum ring with a square or rectangular shaped diamond. Rory tracked down a salesperson to pull a selection of rings that fell into their criteria. After a lot of consideration Colin chose a Tiffany Lucida engagement ring with Trilliant side stones.
"Colin," Rory breathed, "Steph is going to love it. You made an excellent choice."
"Thank you so much for your help," Colin said, "Can I buy you some lunch?"
"That sounds good," Rory agreed.
After lunch Colin needed to head back to Hartford before Steph realized that he wasn't at the office in business meetings like he'd told her he was going to be. Rory spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening wandering in and out of stores and window shopping. When she finally returned home she'd bought herself a new purse, two pairs of shoes, a black wool trench coat and several books. She's also bought a couple ties for Logan and some handsome leather gloves for the impending winter. She ordered herself a pizza and settled down in the living room with 'Empire Records' playing in the DVD player. Several hours later she was well into 'That Thing You Do,' when Logan finally called.
"Am I waking you?" He asked apologetically, "I forgot about the time difference. I would have called earlier had I remembered."
"No, I'm up," Rory said, "Just watching some movies."
"So, what did you do today?" Logan asked.
"Well, I went engagement ring shopping with Colin," Rory told him, "But you already knew about that didn't you?"
"Yeah, Colin called this morning and I suggested he ask you to come instead," Logan replied, "How did it go?"
"It went fine," Rory said, "But isn't it true that part of why you recommended me was so that you could be sure I wasn't hanging around with Jess?"
Logan sighed and said, "Rory, I know I need to get over this. I don't want to be one of those guys who tells their wife who they can and can't be friends with, but it's going to take me a little time. Ninety-nine percent of my suggesting you to Colin was just because I knew that you could help him. I'm sorry for the other one percent of it."
"I don't want to fight about this anymore," Rory said, "What did you do today?"
"My Dad and I golfed with some of the executives from the paper he is thinking about buying," Logan said, "I got a sun burn. Then we had dinner at this fancy seafood place where my Dad had shrimp and has been violently ill ever since. The good news is that he has us booked on the first flight home in the morning."
"So you'll be home when?" Rory asked, trying not to feel slightly disappointed that her weekend to herself was going to be cut shorter than anticipated.
"Around two," Logan said, "Hey, did you do anything else after you went ring shopping with Colin?"
"I just did some shopping for myself," Rory said, "I picked up a couple things for you too."
"Did you wear out your credit card?" Logan teased.
"I'm not sure I'll ever have the shopping skills to wear out my credit card," Rory replied, "But I did put a mini dent in it."
"You sound tired, I should let you go so you can go to bed," Logan suggested.
"I'll see you tomorrow then," Rory said, "Do you want me to send Frank to pick you up?"
"Nah, I'll just take a taxi," Logan said, "I love you."
"I love you too," Rory said, "I'll see you tomorrow.
Rory finished watching her movie before heading to bed. As she lay in bed and waited for sleep to come she thought about what she should do tomorrow with her last few hours alone before Logan would arrive home. She didn't come up with anything and in the morning it didn't matter anyway as the skies were grey and rain was pouring down. Rory went back to sleep and woke up around noon. She showered and redressed in a clean pair of pajamas. After a breakfast of pop-tarts and Eggo waffles Rory climbed back into their bed and turned on the television.
When Logan arrived home the apartment was quiet and he wondered if Rory was even home. He dropped his bags in the front hall and wandered into their bedroom where he saw her nestled in bed, fast asleep. A smile crossed his face as he watched her. After changing into his pajamas he climbed into bed beside her. She stirred slightly and slung an arm over him, not consciously aware yet that he was there. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. Finally her eyes snapped open as he pressed a kiss into her temple and sleepily she said, "You're home!"
"I'm home," Logan confirmed, "And it looks like the perfect day to spend in bed with you."
"Sounds good," Rory agreed.
"Are we okay?" Logan asked her.
"If you can promise that you'll try to be okay with me being friends with Jess, then we're fine," Rory said.
"I will try. I really do want to be cool about it," Logan said, "It just might take me some time."
"Good enough," Rory said before she smiled and brought her lips to his.
Author's Note: As always, please review and let me hear your thoughts and if you have ideas for me. I am considering a bit of a fast forward to Luke and Lorelai's wedding…let me here your thoughts on that. Thanks! By the way, a link to Steph's engagement ring will be posted on my profile page.