Notes: Once again, thank you for the response to this fic. I realise the chapters are really short, but, for once, I think I'm posting often enough that it's not that huge a deal. I currently have a ton of uni work to do and this is just a little bit of procrastination I get in when I have a mind block.

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"So, I take it the little joke did not go according to plan?"

Rory sighed and joined Logan on the couch. "No, it didn't. So much for me finally following in your footsteps, huh?"

"It was a great idea. Who could have predicted that Logan's father was psychotic?"

"You do realise I can hear this conversation, right?" Logan asked, causing Rory to jump slightly. She hadn't realised they were so close.

"Who's that?" her mother asked. "Is that Limo Boy? Is he there? In your room?"

"Mom, we are not in my room and we are not having this conversation. Logan and I are currently trying to figure out a way to stop the madness!"

"Terrible band. They should be stopped."

"Mom. Did you hear me? They're going to force me to get married! Before you! You said that wasn't allowed."

"Oh, that was a low blow."

"Well, I'll apologise after you get rid of the insanity that is Mitchum Huntzberger!"

"I'm still sitting here."

"Logan, be quiet." He frowned at her but didn't say anything else.

"I can't hear anything," Lorelai said after a moment. "Wow, you've got him under the thumb already."

"Mom," Rory said warningly and Logan smirked at her.

"Okay, okay. Tell you what, come home and bring Limo Boy with you. We can discuss plans of action over pizza and a movie. Unless, of course, Mr. Huntzberger would prefer caviar."

"Pizza's fine," Logan said with a chuckle. He had leaned closer to say it into the phone and Rory stiffened as his breath brushed her ear, making her skin tingle. She shook herself mentally and he leaned backrunning a hand through his hair as Rory bid her mother goodbye.

When she hung up the phone, they sat together in uncomfortable silence before Logan cleared his throat. "You really think she can get us out of this?"

"If anyone can, it's my mother."

"You know I meant it when I said my father always gets what he wants."

Rory frowned. "You don't talk about him much."

"Ace, we don't talk much."

"Yeah, I don't talk to my dad much either."

Logan scrunched his face up. "I actually meant that you and I don't talk much. My father and I actually get along quite well. He's not about to force me into his business, we just came to an arrangement that I would at least try to like it. Shame he doesn't seem to have the same idea about forcing me into marriage."

"Oh. Sorry," Rory said, trying to stop from blushing about her assumption. "Well, maybe he just wants you to try marriage out, too," Rory said with a wry smile.

Logan chuckled, before replying seriously. "If there is one thing my father and I share, it's an agreement that marriage is something that should never be entered into lightly."

Rory tried not to squirm under his gaze. She frowned. "Then why is he doing this?"

"I have no idea," he said with a sigh. "I'm sorry you don't get along with your dad, though."

"It's not that we don't get along," Rory said with a shrug. "He just has a nasty habit of leaving when we start relying on him and whenever he does show up, he manages to ruin things." Logan nodded, but wasn't really sure what he was meant to say to that, so he said nothing.

They continued to stare at each other until Rory couldn't stand it any longer; her stomach was doing gymnastics and she had never really liked sports much. "Okay," she said, breaking eye contact and standing. "Let's get this show on the road."

Logan smirked and stood up next to her. "Lead the way, Ace."

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TBC…

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