We walk down the beach, and I spy Huntz preening in the sunlight. "I'm sorry, could you be any more full of yourself mate?" I call out, and he shakes his head.

"Says the Aussie wearing Gucci swim trunks and Dior flip-flops." He snorts.

I shrug. "Only the best for the best mate. You'll never compete."

"And the egos have landed." Rory comments, and then pinches my side.

"Hey!" I move away quickly.

She smiles. "Go find a waiter. I want coffee."

I narrow my eyes. "It's ninety degrees out love."

"So get iced coffee."

I sigh. "Iced coffee? You couldn't just order something fruity and girly like everyone else?" She crosses her arms, pushing her breasts together nicely and glaring at me. Ah. Now that's easier to say yes to. "Yes dear." I hurry over to the bar, and notice Luke and Lorelai sitting by the pool. I sigh, hurrying over and sitting down. "How on earth am I going to surprise her with a traditional turkey dinner with her family if she catches you by the pool?" I ask bluntly.

She lowers her sunglasses. "And hello to you too Finn." She mutters.

"There's a private pool on your terrace Lorelai." I remind her.

"Yes, but the beach was calling to me."

"Answer it tomorrow." I glance at Luke. "You told me you'd keep her at the pool."

He nods. "Yeah, and her logic is awfully hard to circumvent. I told her I promised to keep her at the pool. This is a pool."

I run my hands through my hair. "Please go back to the private pool? Please?" I pause, and then grin. "Or I could just keep Rory in our room. We don't have a pool though, we'd have to come up with something else to do."

I can feel Lorelai's eyes narrow. "How many times have I told you no visuals? I know you're sleeping with her. I don't want to picture it."

I cross my arms. "Well, if you're not going to stay in your suite until dinner, I'm going to take Rory up to our suite. She's wearing the prettiest bathing suit. It has these little strings that –

"Okay! I'm going!" Lorelai jumps up. "I'm going, just don't continue that sentence. Dinner is at six-thirty, right?"

I smile. "Main dining room."

Luke stands, and I meet his eyes. "Did you really have to do that?" he asks. "Because she's not the only one who doesn't want visuals."

I shrug. "Ah, but you were supposed to keep her upstairs. You could have been more creative about it." I give a small salute, and watch them walk away before turning back to the bar. Walking up, I wait calmly.

"What can I get for you?" the bartender at the other end of the bar doesn't look up.

I sigh. Fabulous. A smart ass. "Well, you could come over here to take my order."

He glances at me. "Most of my stuff is down here. You could move just as easily."

I lower my sunglasses to look at him. "You do understand that my girlfriend out there on the beach quite literally owns this resort, correct? And that you being rude to me would not be in your best interests?"

He crosses his arms. "Like I'm going to believe that." He leans against the wall of the small bar.

I smile tightly. "Iced coffee. Two, made with skim milk."

"Iced coffee isn't on the menu."

"Get your manager down here."

"He's going to tell you the same thing."

I lift an eyebrow, spying Rory approaching. "Is he? Why don't you get him down here, let him know that Lorelai Leigh Gilmore would like to speak with him."

He grunts, and picks up the phone as Rory approaches. "What's taking so long?" she asks, wrapping her arms around my waist.

I smile. "The bartender says iced coffee isn't on the menu."

She scrunches her face. "So? Tell him to make it anyways. I don't drink at ten am."

"Ah, but he's under the impression that we should order from the menu."

She laughs. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I may have been surprised and upset that you did it, but you did buy me the hotel. Doesn't being the owner provide any perks?"

The bartender hangs up his phone. "My manager is on his way."

"Good plan. Why don't you get us those coffees while we wait for him?" Rory smiles. "If you do, I might even consider letting you stay on as a bartender instead of turning you into a cabana boy."

"Not on the menu."

"Is there a problem here?" a deep voice asks from behind us.

We turn to face the tall manager, and Rory sticks her hand out. "I'm Lorelai Leigh Gilmore. I'm the owner of Anelicania's Savior."

His eyes go wide, and I smile. "We weren't aware you were visiting." He offers.

She smiles. "I know. My room is in my boyfriend's name. Actually, I was just trying to order an iced coffee, and your bartender here told me it's not on the menu."

He turns abruptly to the bartender, who I grin at. "Make the drinks." He clips. "When you're done, go home. You're fired."

"No he's not." Rory clips quickly. "Just because he's a crappy bartender that doesn't mean he should be fired. You can make him a towel boy or something."

My girlfriend the saint. I glance at the shocked look on the manager's face. "Just do it mate. She won't let you fire him. If it were my hotel, I would have said 'go for it'. But it's not, so just send him on his way to pick up towels."

He nods, and snaps at a passing waiter. "You just got promoted to bartender." He clips. "These two would like iced coffees, skim milk. Make sure they get them."

The stunned waiter nods, and hurries behind the bar. He places the drinks on the counter, and I grin. "Fabulous. Keep them coming until about one in the afternoon." I point out the rest of our friends. "They're with us. At one, you can start sending over virgin strawberry margaritas."

Rory pulls back. "Virgin?"

I smile. "You'll understand later. We can drink tomorrow."

"Who are you and what have you done with Finn?"

This dinner is more trouble than it's worth. Bloody hell. You try to do something nice for your girl, and all you get is attacked 'cause you're not drinking like a fish. "Please just trust me?"

"Finn, the last time I trusted you we ended up in Tahiti and now I own a hotel."

I wince. "I'm begging you to drop it love. You'll understand perfectly at six-thirty tonight."

Her eyes narrow dangerously. "Really?"

"Promise." She's going to bloody figure it out.

Slowly, she takes her coffee. "Fine. But I'm not giving up on this."

I grab my own, and guide her back to the beach. "I'd expect nothing less love, nothing less at all."