Rory handed the phone back to Dean.

"Happy?" she asked, trying to pout.

"Very. And so are you." His smiled quickly melted her would-be pout.

"Well, I'm not Tom Cruise yet, but I'm getting there. Now enough chitchat, let's load these stupid things!"

Dean sighed and walked back to the pool house. The two continued packing things into cardboard boxes and loaded them into the truck.

"Have no fear, Wonder Woman is here!" Rory and Dean turned to see Lorelei standing in the doorway, with her hands on her hips.

"We're saved!" Rory ran and hugged her mother.

"Hello, dear daughter. Now stand back and let me do my work." Rory moved to the side, allowing Lorelei's eyes to fully see Dean.

"Oh, Dean." Lorelei recovered quickly "Hi!" She threw Rory a questioning look.

"Hi, Lorelei." He smiled graciously. "Where's you cape?"

"At the cleaners. Superheroes get dirty, you know. Except my dear friend Mr. Arm & Hammer, somehow he is always clean." Lorelei picked up boxes as she talked. "Now, where do these go?"

Rory pointed outside. "Dean's truck."

Lorelei saluted with her free hand and marched out into the clear morning. Rory watched her, and turned to see Dean staring at her.

"What?"

"I'm just…glad you're here." Dean amswered.

"Well, it's kinda my place." Rory looked confused.

"No, just…what are we?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure I'm Rory, and you're Dean."

"No, no. Are we dating? Are we just friends?"

Lorelei figured she'd go back out to the truck and leave them alone. She liked Dean still after all this time; he was perfect for Rory, but what about Logan?

Rory thought about it as she taped up a box. She had to keep her hands moving to show she wasn't shaking.

"I don't think…I ever-got over you." The words stumbled out of her mouth. Dean smiled, but let her finish.

"It's cliché, but I don't think I can just have you as a distant casual friend. I couldn't handle it."

Dean took a step closer. "I don't want to be distant. This is the farthest I ever want to be from you. But…last time…."

Rory knew what he was talking about. The last time; Lindsay. Her name could suck the happiness out of her faster than a flash of lightning.

Lorelei grabbed some boxes, put them in her car, and drove away. She didn't like Logan at all. What his family had done to Rory was unforgivable, and Logan hadn't stopped it. If Rory got back in Yale, and got back with Dean, things would be perfect. Well, close.

"You're divorce with Lindsay is final, right?" Rory questioned Dean.

"Yes. We finalized it two months ago. I think she's in New York, with a friend."

"Okay. So what we're doing is perfect." She moved one step toward him, and kissed him gently.

The two were so wrapped up in their conversation that they didn't hear the Porshe drive up, and they didn't hear the black shoes walk up the steps toward the open door.

"Rory?"

She turned around to see Logan.