"OK, so how are we going to do this?" Rory asked as Frank pulled the limo to a stop in front of the Liberty Herald.

"Do what?"

"Well, we can't just walk in together or everyone will know."

"And…we don't want everyone to know?" Logan asked hesitantly. They hadn't actually discussed how they were going to handle things at the office.

"Not them, Logan. They hated me enough when there wasn't anything going on; if they find out we're together now they'll think we've been lying to them. And then there will be all the questions. They'll think…" she trailed off. She knew what they were already thinking, that she was cheater and a gold digger and all other kinds of horrible things. "I just think we should keep this out of the office for now," she finished.

Logan thought back to the encounter with that woman the day his father visited, and the note incident afterwards. It had hurt him to hear people talk about Rory the way they were so he could only imagine how difficult it was for her.

"Ace," he said, placing one hand reassuringly on her knee and using the other to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Despite all the gossip, he wasn't convinced that hiding their relationship would make office life easier but if it was what Rory wanted, it was what they would do. "No one hates you. There may be a few jealous women but they don't know what they're talking about. They don't know anything about either one of us. But if you don't want them to know, then they don't have to." Then he smirked and added, "Besides, a secret office affair could be very hot."

She smiled back at him and leaned in for what she meant to be a chaste kiss but Logan immediately deepened it. "Logan, we have to go," she whined.

"But if I'm not going to get to kiss you all day then I've got to get my fill now," he told her before capturing her lips in another embrace.

"We're going to be late," she tried again.

"I can't be late, I'm the boss," he dismissed her argument with yet another lip lock.

"Well then I'll be late."

"As your boss I hereby give you permission to be late," he smirked.

"Logan."

"Ace," he replied, mimicking her tone, then after a pause he finally relented. "Fine, I suppose we should get going. You want to go in first and I'll just go get some coffee or something and come back in a few minutes," he suggested.

"Mmm, coffee," she moaned.

Logan laughed. "Well I would say I'd go first and you could go get coffee but you were awfully concerned with being late."

"Ugh, damn you and your logic," she said, giving him a playful shove. "I guess I'll just have to drink office coffee. It's a good thing you bought me that big expensive basket of gourmet coffees; that other stuff we have tastes like lighter fluid, and not in the good- 'this stuff is really strong' kind of way."

"Yes, I'm very thoughtful like that. Now shoo, get to work before I have to fire you for being tardy." She glared at him for a moment before the corners of her lips turned up into a smile; she placed one last peck on his lips and she slipped out of the car.

"So, where's Lover Boy?" Sue cornered Rory as soon as she walked into the office.

"Shh!" Rory admonished as she made her way across the newsroom to her desk with Sue close on her heels. "Not so loud."

"Fine, I'll keep it down, but I'm not going to just drop it. You've been avoiding my calls all weekend," Sue replied, leaning up against Rory's desk as the brunette took a seat.

"Well, I've been busy," Rory said evasively as she turned on her computer and began rummaging around her desk, avoiding Sue's eye. She knew she would tell her friend everything eventually but the office was definitely not the place. It was one thing to talk about not being with Logan while they were there but the details of her weekend were not going to be discussed in that building; and then of course there was the news of the move. She knew Sue would not be happy about that.

"I'll bet you've been busy," Sue retorted, raising her eyebrows knowingly.

"Sue! I didn't mean it like that." Rory replied with a blush, even though in all honesty she had been busy like that.

The red head rolled her eyes, not even pretending to believe Rory. "Yes you did. Tell me something…"

"What?"

"Can you count the number of times you've had sex this weekend while wearing closed toed shoes?"

Rory blushed and averted her eyes. "I really don't think that is any of your business."

"I'll take that as a 'no.' It's official, you've had more sex in the last four days then I've had in the last four weeks."

Rory spotted an out and took it without hesitation. "You and Tim having a little trouble in the bed room?" she teased.

"Uh, uh uh. Don't be changing the topic here. We're talking about you right now," Sue said, refusing to fall into Rory's trap.

"We were just…getting to know each other again," Rory said euphemistically. "It's not like it's going to be that way all the time."

"Shame. A non-stop sex fest sounds like fun," Sue grinned.

Rory laughed. "You're unbelievable; no shame at all."

"Nope, I'm shameless, you cannot shame me.

"Oh, before I forget," Rory said suddenly, "Colin and Finn are making us take them out tonight. They're very needy and since we abandoned them all weekend we have to make it up to them by spending the rest of the week entertaining them. Anyhow, I thought you might like to join us."

"Oh, I've already been invited."

"You have?" Rory asked curiously. "By who?"

"Let's just say that I should have listened to you when you told me not to give a certain someone my phone number."

Rory laughed hardily. "Oh no! How many times has he called you?"

"Last night?"

Rory nodded. "For starters."

"Only four."

"I know I should be a bigger person than this but…I told you so. Don't worry though, he's leaving on Sunday and hopefully the calls will taper off and he'll find someone new to harass."

"Does he call you this much too or am I just special."

"Well I don't have red hair so I'm saved from the brunt of it. And he forgot about me for a while after the break up but now that Logan and are back together I'm sure the incessant bugging will resume, and it will probably get even worse after we move to…" Rory trailed off realizing what she had let slip.

"Move to where?" Sue asked, eyes bulging out of her head. "You're moving? Please tell me you mean you're moving from Chestnut Street to Market Street."

Rory sighed. "We're moving to New York."

"You're WHAT?" Sue practically screamed

"Not so loud," Rory hissed.

"I'm sorry but New York? As in not only out of the city but out of the state? And jeez, you know I'm all for you and Logan being together but isn't a little soon to be relocating for him?"

"Sue, you know as well as I do that this thing with Logan and me is the real deal. I wouldn't have left Jess for anything less," Rory said, trying to reason with her friend.

"I know," Sue pouted. "It's just…I'm gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you too but we're still going to talk all the time and New York is close, we'll make sure to visit," Rory reassured her.

"You'll probably have some fabulous apartment right next to Central Park where the taxes are more than my annual salary and you'll be way too cool to visit little old me."

"Too cool for you? Impossible," Rory gave her friend a smile.

"Fine, fine. I guess we'll finish up the conversation about you and Logan over lunch when you can give me all the juicy details," Sue smirked mischievously. "Now I should probably get back to work since the boss is finally here," she nodded her head across the room towards Logan.

Rory smiled. "I wouldn't worry too much about him; he's in a very good mood today."

Sue winked a conspiratory wink at Rory. "See, I always knew you were good for something."

"Alright Loves, it's time for me to get my groove on. Who's with me?" Finn declared, jumping up from the table they were at and pointing to the dance floor. They had been at the bar for only half an hour and Finn had already downed two shots of tequila and half a pitcher of beer, not to mention the three drinks he'd had at dinner. No one at the table was fazed by the excessive alcohol consumption.

"I think we need a few more drinks before we're ready to 'get our groove on,' Finn," Rory replied. "But you go and have fun."

"But it won't be nearly as much fun without you lovely ladies by my side. Come on; help me make all the other men jealous."

"You know, I think my groove has been off for far too long. It's definitely time to get it back on again," Sue declared, standing up from the table. "Come on Gilmore, dance with us."

Rory looked up at them and shook her head in amusement. "Tell you what, I'll dance with you under one condition…Finn must promise to remain fully clothed."

"Is that really a necessary stipulation?" Sue asked innocently.

The other three at the table looked at her in awe of her naivety, she would learn quickly enough. "Oh yes, after a few drinks our dear friend Finn has a tendency to forget that his underwear belongs on his ass and not his head." Colin informed her.

"Oh, well that's umm...very disturbing," Sue admitted.

"You get used to it," Rory told her matter-of-factly, standing up from the table. "You two joining us?" she asked Colin and Logan.

"I think I'll sit this one out babe," he told her, then turned to his Australian friend, "And Finn, I know how gropey you get on the dance floor, so just watch your hands around my girl."

Finn looked at him aghast. "I'd never lay a finger on the lovely Reporter Girl. I'm insulted by the insinuation that I can't control my actions when I'm around a beautiful woman." Everyone just stared at him. "Fine," he pouted. "I'll watch my hands."

The three friends made their way out to the dance floor to enjoy the music. Rory was having the time of her life. She'd missed this the past few years, just being out with good friends. Sure, she was a homebody at heart who loved movie nights and enjoying a good book while being curled up in a comfortable chair, but Logan and his friends had always pushed her to be more outgoing and she found she'd loved that part of life as well. She had gone back to her old ways after the break up, gone back to her safe little life and Jess had been a part of that, he had been the stay at home, book-wormy type like her and she had found that comforting but she had forgotten what it felt like to experience life first hand and she was happy to have that back. She swayed to the music, laughed at Finn's antics and just enjoyed the company she was in.

"Sue? Rory?" someone called out. The girls looked up to the source of the voice and stopped dancing.

"Alexis, hey!" Rory greeted the girl in front of them nervously; she was a copy editor at the Liberty.

"Who's your friend?" she asked, eying Finn.

"Oh, this is Finn. Finn, this is Alexis, she works at the paper with us," Sue answered since Rory was busy searching the room to make sure Logan wasn't nearby. He and Colin were no longer sitting at their table and she couldn't seem to find them.

"Hello Love, it's a pleasure to meet you," Finn greeted, lifting Alexis' hand and kissing it.

"Do you do that to every girl you meet?" Sue asked him curiously.

"Only the beautiful ones," he replied, flashing a brilliant smile.

Alexis smiled a seductive smile and flipped her hair. "So, Finn, how do you know Sue and Rory?"

"Oh, Reporter Girl and I go way back. We met through…"

"School," Sue cut him off before he could mention Logan's name. "He and Rory are old friends from Yale.

"Ooh, an Ivy League boy. Handsome and smart," Alexis flirted. At this comment Rory stopped looking for Logan and laughed.

"What's so funny, Love?" Finn asked her.

"I'm sorry Finn, you know I love you but you're a big doof and we all know you didn't get into Yale because of your stellar grades."

"Ahh yes, I had much more fun earning my acceptance than if I had had done so through studying," he replied in a wistful voice.

"How did you get in then?" Alexis asked.

"I slept with the recruiter," he said matter-of-factly.

Rory laughed. "And the small fortune your parents donated to the school didn't hurt either."

"Why doesn't any of that surprise me?" Sue asked with a shake of her head.

Meanwhile, Alexis' interest was even more piqued by the mention of the small fortune. "So Finn, do you live here in Philly or are you just visiting?"

"I'm visiting. I live in New York to work for the family company.

"The family company?" She said with great interest. "What kind of company is it?

"I have four words for you, Love…'Foster's: Australian for beer.'"

Alexis practically spit out her drink all over the trio. "Your family owns Foster's beer?"

"Yes indeedy," Finn confirmed. "I'm actually involved mostly with public relations. I have a great deal of experience promoting my assets," he said completely seriously.

"And a great deal of experience having relations with the public," Rory added with a smirk. By this point she had completely forgotten about Logan but at that moment she was reminded as she felt a pair of arms slip around her waist.

"I got you another drink; gin martini, the Lorelai Gilmore drink of choice," Logan told her.

Rory looked down to see that he was indeed holding a martini out to her. She took it from him and turned to give him a weak smile."

"Mr. Huntzberger, fancy meeting you here." Logan looked up to see Alexis. She was looking at them with a wicked smile.

Logan released his grasp on Rory and reached out to politely shake Alexis' hand. "Ms. Finley, nice to see you."

"So, you took off your ring in the shower and forgot to put it back on?" she asked, looking at Rory.

"You told people you forgot your ring in the shower?" Logan asked her, more amused than upset.

"Well it was that or 'I broke up with my fiancé to get back together with my ex-boyfriend who happens to be our boss,' and we didn't want people to know so…."

"No, you didn't want people to know, I simply agreed to go along with it," he reminded her.

"So you don't think we're doing the right thing?" she asked him angrily.

"I didn't say that either. I don't have a particularly strong feeling about it either way and you do so I went with it," he clarified.

"Oh, so you don't care? That's nice, Logan," she snapped, turning and walking away from the group.

"Excuse me," he said, mostly to Alexis as formalities weren't necessary for the others in the group. He quickly followed Rory out of the bar.

Rory felt him come up behind her. He put his hands on her bare arms and rubbed them, trying to offer her warmth. "It's cold out here," he said, taking off his jacket and placing it over her.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped. It's just…they're all going to know now."

"Maybe that's not so bad," he replied.

"Not so bad? Did you see the way she looked at me?" she asked, turning around to face him.

"How was she looking at you?"

"Like I'm a gold-digging, slut who cheated on my fiancé."

"But you're not. You're not any of those things, and now they can know the truth. The rumors are worse than the truth, Ace. And if they're stupid enough to not believe the truth then screw them; we're out of here in a few months anyhow."

"Yeah," she replied, smiling up at him. "You're right. Screw them. We have nothing to be ashamed of."

"Definitely not…So you're OK now?" he asked her. "Ready to go back in?"

"I'm good, but I think I'm ready to call it a night. Can we go?"

"Of course, let me just run in and tell the others we're going. You want to go back to your apartment?"

"Actually, can I stay at your place tonight?"

He gave her a mischievous smirk before walking back into the bar, "Ace, you never need permission to spend time in my bed."