I leave Rory and Lane near the entrance to the restaurant and walk towards the concierge. She's going to be upset that I didn't tell her. I can just feel it. "Mr. Jayce." I nod at the man behind the desk.

He smiles. "Mr. Finley. I've just received the call from the airport, your guests landed approximately ten minutes ago, and should be arriving within the hour."

"Thank you. When they get here, make sure to remind the lady that this is supposed to be a surprise. She'll be stubborn about it."

"She already has been sir. Her fiancé is keeping her in check."

I smile. "Assure them that room service is fully paid for, and make sure they're sent dinner. And would you mind sending someone to my suite to unpack our bags? We didn't really have time."

He nods, and I hurry back to Rory and Lane. "Was there a problem?" Rory asks.

Only your temperamental, hyper-attached mother trying to call you. "No, I just always like to find out what kind of person the concierge is, you know that."

She nods, and we follow behind Lane towards the table. "Yeah. Hey, don't let me forget to call my mom, let her know we're in Tahiti."

I smile down at her. "Would I do that?"

She arches an eyebrow. "Yes."

Well…only that once. "Now you're just judging me love." I whisper in her ear and place my hand on her back.

I feel her lean into me. "No I'm not. I'm facing the facts. You have, in the past, been known to neglect to remind me to call my mother. Usually when we've run off to another continent without warning her."

I pull out her chair as we arrive at the table, and lightly kiss her cheek. "Once love. I did that once."

I feel her eyes on me. "In each country. Once in each country."

I shrug. "Still just once." I turn to face our friends. "So, how was your afternoon?"

Logan crosses his arms. "I spent the afternoon looking for contractors to fix my plane." He clips.

I can feel Rory tense next to me. "Did you?" she asks. "And why would you want to do that? We worked very hard trying to find one that would customize your plane Logan." She grins.

"You're never allowed on my plane alone again." He mutters.

Rory turns to Steph. "So your afternoon?"

"Was spent trying to calm him down." She shrugs. "It didn't work very well."

"Ah. Did you try –

"Not at the dinner table." Colin cuts in. "Just…no sex advice at the dinner table this time. Please."

"I wasn't going to…" Rory trails off. "Yeah, that probably would have led to sex advice. Sorry." She glances at Lane. "What did you guys do?"

"Went to the beach." She offers. "I haven't been to a beach in a long time."

She nods. "Gorgeous, isn't it?"

Steph snorts. "You haven't seen it."

"I saw it from the window." She objects.

I lean back in my chair. "We'll go to the beach in the morning love. I'll even have the desk wake us up and everything."

I meet her eyes as she glances at me. "Thanks." She whispers, tilting her head. "You don't have to come along."

"I know." God she's beautiful. Not just outside, but…beautiful. I have to do this. Even if it's with everyone else around. I reach out and twist her hair with my fingers, smiling softly. "I want to."

She nods. "It'll be fun." She turns away as the waiter approaches, and we place our orders.

"So, what do rich people do for a day at the beach?" Lane asks suddenly.

I close my eyes. Too easy. Too easy. "Do you really want to know pet?" I ask carefully. Oh hell, I need the distraction.

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know."

"Finn." Colin's voice warns. "What are you planning?"

I glance at him. "Currently?" I ask carefully.

"Or even just in general based on my girlfriend's innocent question."

I shrug, grabbing the water glass in front of me and taking a sip. "She did ask Colin."

"Nothing illegal. I don't feel like calling my dad's lawyers." Logan clips, and I can't stop my grin. Damn I'm good. I'm going to be in trouble with Rory, but I can fix that.

"Ah, but there's a way around that." I comment, glancing carefully at Colin.

"Hence why I specifically instructed you that you were not allowed to own the hotel we stayed at." He crosses his arms. "And I did check. You don't own it."

I feel Rory's eyes on me. "Pet, calm down." I say quickly.

"What's going on?" Lane asks carefully, eyeing Rory.

Rory crosses her arms. "Who owns the hotel Colin?"

"A private company called 'Anelicania's Savior', why?"

She stands abruptly. "Thaddeus Finley the fourth you promised!" she shouts. "You promised not to do that again!"

I stand, ignoring the surprised looks on everyone's faces. "Love, calm down." I attempt. "I only did it because –

"You promised! Jesus Finn, a hotel? No, not even a hotel, a resort! The beach house, sure, okay, that made sense in a twisted way, but a hotel? How am I going to explain that on my taxes?"

Colin groans, and I turn to him. "So not helping." I clip, turning back to Rory. "I promise love, it won't be any big thing, I cleared it with my accountant."

She presses her hands to her temples. "That is not the point and you know it. We've only been dating for seven months, you can't buy my a hotel resort."

I close my eyes, and glance at everyone. "We'll see you on the beach tomorrow morning. Lane, the answer to your question, anything we want." I reach out to touch her arm lightly. "Can you continue yelling at me in the room love? Please, I'm begging you." She sighs, and nods, turning on her heels and hurrying away. I turn to Colin. "Put it on our room tab."

I hurry after her, catching her just as the elevator arrives. We step on, and after the doors slide closed, she turns to me. "You swore you wouldn't go over the top anymore." She whispers. "That we'd take this like normal people. You swore no more real-estate."

I nod. "I know, and…okay to be honest I only did it because I knew Colin wouldn't check out the fact that Lorelai Leigh Gilmore was listed as the only shareholder. He would just have looked for my name, and mine isn't there."

She groans. "You make it disgustingly difficult to be mad at you." she clips.

I pull her into my arms. "I'm sorry love. So sorry."

She nods against my chest. "I know, but you can't do things like that Finn. Seven months is too early to buy me a hotel."

I pull back slightly. "When would it be appropriate then? We can forget this happened, and I'll remind you then."

She shakes her head. "Wait until we've been married a while."

I reach up to cup her face in my hands. "Are you saying we're going to get married at some point then?" Dear lord, say yes. Please, just…say yes.

She shrugs. "I can't say I haven't thought about it. You're a huge part of me." She offers.

I lean down and catch her lips in mine; lingering on them long enough to taste the champagne she had on the plane. As the doors slide open, she pulls me towards our suite. As we cross towards the bedroom, I pull her gently to a stop. "I'm in love with you Rory Gilmore."

She bites her lip softly. "Are you sure?" she whispers.

I nod. "Completely head over heels."

She steps towards me, and softly touches her lips to mine. "I've been head over heels in love with you for a while now." She offers.

I smile. "So…this changes things a bit."

I feel her arms wrap around my waist. "It does indeed."

"I'm going to have to put in a rather larger effort to get Luke to like me, for instance."

She snorts. "Luke won't like you as long as he thinks I'm sleeping with you. Would you like to stop having sex just to get him to like you?"

I feel my eyes widen. "Not particularly no."

She kisses me softly. "Then you're just going to have to accept the fact that Luke, though he respects the fact that you're good to me, is not going to suddenly like you."

"He gave Lane time off to come with us." I point out carefully."

"Because he likes Colin."

"Why would he like Colin and not me? I've known him longer. I'm more welcome in Stars Hollow."

She grins. "Colin's not sleeping with his daughter."

I lift an eyebrow. "He'd better not be." I mutter darkly.

"He's also not sleeping with Lane, who Luke happens to be incredibly protective of."

I narrow my eyes. "How does he know that?"

Rory bites her lip. "Lane had a bit of a breakdown in the diner when she was dating Zach. She ranted and raved at Mama Kim about how the one thing that stuck from the hyper-christian up-bringing was the 'no sex until marriage' part."

I meet her eyes. "Colin knows this?"

"She told him pretty early on." She shrugs. "And if you must know, there's an awful lot that isn't sex."

I groan. "I shouldn't have asked. Never let me travel that path of thought again."

I feel her hands in my hair, and part my lips slowly when her tongue traces them. "Does that help?" she whispers.

I breathe deeply, exploring her mouth slowly. "Absolutely." I whisper, moving her towards the bedroom again. "I am so in love with you." I murmur, laying her down slowly.

She pulls me up to her face. "And I'm in love with you, so stop talking and make love to me."

I grin as I pull back. "As my lady commands."