I'm back! I'm back! And not a moment too soon! I apologize for my tardiness in updating, but I assure you, that the delays are over. Only smooth sailing ahead. Thanks for sticking with me; you shall be rewarded greatly! Special thanks to 'GilmoreHorseFreak04' for providing us with the word "peremptorily" in the last chapter! Whose lucky word will be next?

Now, let us allow our imaginations to drift once more to the lovely little land of Stars Hollow…

The massive truck barrelled toward the building, smoke puffing, wheels screeching, coming to an abrupt halt in the circular drive. A burly young gentleman exited the vehicle wearing a winning expression.

Lorelai glanced apologetically toward Luke and pardoned herself to attend to the delivery. Luke sighed in frustration looking to the horses for answers. He felt entirely silly. He walked quickly in the direction of the truck, and Lorelai of course, leaving two bamboozled quadrupeds behind.

Lorelai was chatting away animatedly with the young man, applying her signature to the necessary documents. Luke approached from behind; ready to chip in when necessary to remove the cargo.

Lorelai turned to Luke and smiled. "We have doors!" she shouted with glee.

Luke grinned, "That's a good thing."

"A very good thing," she agreed.

"I think it would have been a little too intimate otherwise," he supplied.

"Yeah," she began, "I really don't wanna know what Patty does behind closed doors."

Luke chuckled lightly, "I really don't wanna know what Kirk does behind closed doors."

"Touché," she grinned.

There was a slight pause. The deliveryman thought it best to jump in. He didn't have all day you know. "Well, I guess we should start unloading then?" the young man suggested.

"Oh, yes – of course. Um, Luke could you…"

Luke nodded enthusiastically, "You bet."

"Great, thanks. I'll go see if I can recruit some more strong men." Lorelai started for the Inn. Noticing Luke's dubious expression, she stopped. "All right, they may not be strong men, but at least they're men," she reasoned.

He shrugged and began unloading, pondering all the while. Taylor must have had a little muscle buried under there. And Jackson, he looked like he'd picked up an axe or two in his life. Then there was Kirk. He didn't even want to think about Kirk's physique.

Luke needed to clear his mind. "So, got a lot of deliveries today?" Small talk was just the ticket.

"Oh, not too many dude. But they're all rush-orders, so I'll need to get out of here as soon as possible, if that's cool," the young man smiled.

"That shouldn't be a problem, uh dude," Luke awkwardly assured him. He heaved a door from the truck, leaning it against the outside of the vehicle.

"Awesome," the young lad smiled appreciatively. He mirrored Luke's actions by leaning a second door against the truck's frame. Feeling rather bold, he pressed on, "So, how long have you two been an item?"

"Excuse me?" Luke was ignorant.

"You know, you and the dark haired chick. She's a real fox." Mr. deliveryman obviously had visions of 'male bonding.' The boy in him was most definitely exposing itself.

Luke glared at the little punk. "The dark-haired 'chick,' is just a friend. And her name is Lorelai," he grunted in response. He had no intentions of bonding. He inwardly scolded himself for initiating the conversation in the first place.

"Sorry dude, I totally felt a vibe there. You married or something?" Where was the off switch?

"No, I mean yes – well, I was. I'm divorced actually." Luke paused before continuing, "Wait, why am I telling you all this?" he asked himself aloud, while unloading his seventh door.

"Here come the reinforcements!" Lorelai proudly announced from the porch. Jackson, Taylor, Gypsy and Morey were in toe. Kirk thought it best to stay with the wood, he needed some alone time. His splinter still hurt.

Luke breathed a sigh of relief, relishing the distraction. He and the young man had emptied the truck of its contents. Now it was installation time. Luke was pretty handy in that department. Gypsy might have stated otherwise.

Lorelai sauntered over to Luke and the deliveryman, grinning all the while. "Looking good guys!" She was certainly pleased with their progress.

"Ditto," the young man winked playfully at Lorelai.

"O-k then." Lorelai forced a nervous chuckle.

"No kidding lady. You are one fine looking creature." Seriously though, who invited chatty?

A crimson-shaded Lorelai looked at Luke in utter shock, her eyes pleading for assistance.

Luke sprung into action. "Alright pal, I think we can take it from here," he grabbed him forcefully by the arm.

"Oh yeah?" It seemed that the young chap wasn't quite ready to leave.

"Yeah," Luke spoke strongly. "Didn't you say you had other deliveries to make, or was I just hearing things?"

"I might have said something like that." His arm was beginning to hurt. Luke's hand was like a vice-grip.

"Then I might suggest you tend to your business, and we'll tend to ours. Is that cool with you?" Luke was acting entirely presumptuous. Lorelai was having a field day.

"Yeah dude, it's cool." He squirmed from Luke's hold, leaned towards Lorelai, and whispered, "he totally likes you," into her ear.

She shook her head in amusement and watched as Luke's eyes aggressively directed deliveryman back to the inner confines of his truck.

Taylor and the boys meanwhile, had adeptly removed the doors from their position against the side of the truck, so it was clear sailing ahead. With a friendly wave of his hand, deliveryman drove out of sight, leaving a trail of smoke in his path.

There was a brief silence. Taylor stepped up to the plate. "All right folks, it's installation time!" he announced to the crowd. "So, pair up. Let's make this process as smooth and effective as possible!" It seemed that teamwork was the theme at the Dragonfly.

Patty snuck up behind Taylor, desperate to add her two cents. "Taylor, make sure Luke and Gypsy stay at least 10 feet away from each other at all times!"

Taylor jumped in surprise at Patty's sudden intrusion. "Miss Patty, I am very aware of the Luke/Gypsy situation. Everything is under control here." He glared unbecomingly at the busybody, and continued, "Jackson and Gypsy take doors one through four, Morey and Luke take doors five through nine, and I…well, I'll watch the rest of the doors until you come back for them." Sly Taylor.

"Ha! Good one Taylor. You are so not getting out of this one. Grab a door and march your butt into the Inn!" Gypsy boomed.

"But, I, I…" Taylor stuttered.

Lorelai mercifully interrupted, "What about me Taylor? I need to do something. I'm bored out of my mind here!"

"Very well Lorelai," Taylor resolved. "I'll look after the water station."

"Taylor!" Gypsy shouted in disgust.

"Oh, fine. Lorelai, you pair up with Luke. I'll go with Morey." Truthfully, Taylor wanted to keep an eye on the 'music man.' Make sure he didn't slip in another "Howlin' Wolf" record any time soon.

Luke looked at Lorelai and inquired softly, "You sure you're up to this?"

"Well, you'll be doing all the heavy lifting. I'll just tell you where the doors go. And, I'll be here for emotional support, of course," she smirked.

"Ah, the perfect partner," Luke smiled. He grabbed a door and followed the 'fine looking creature' into her budding enterprise.

The others were no more than a door-length behind, in eager pursuit. They were an industrious bunch. It truly was an a-door-able scene.

To Be Continued…

And, remember the 'Word Game!'