Hello, hello, hello. I'm working on editing another chapter today, so hopefully I'll have Chapter 6 and 7 up today.

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Chapter 6 – *Ghost

There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer
The last truce we ever came to
In our adolescent war
And I start to feel the fever
From the warm air through the screen
You come regular like seasons
Shadowing my dreams

And the Mississippi's mighty
But it starts in Minnesota
At a place that you could walk across
With five steps down
And I guess that's how you started
Like a pinprick to my heart
But at this point you rush right through me
And I start to drown

Logan sat in Washington Square Park eating his street vendor hotdog. It was his only reprieve from the daily hustle and bustle that kept him from going crazy. Life in the publishing business had changed drastically since he took his first job at his dad's company. It was more online now, and even the few book-publishing companies they owed were now more digital then print.

It was also a business that moved at a much quicker pace, unbelievable but true. It was more about the short game. Get in, get out, get the money and move on. Rarely did any writer get a multiple book deal unless the first sold into the top 10. Which meant that his office was always busy, always loud and he was always on the go.

It was moments like this, after his visit with Honor and the baby that he let himself think about another life, his life with Rory Gilmore. He hadn't turned into a monk or anything. He was a Huntzberger after all. There had been other women, quite a few actually over the years, but that had all stopped when he'd married Odette. There had only been one woman he loved and when that fell though, for the final time he'd thrown in the towel and focused his life on business and Odette.

She wasn't a horrible person. She may never be the love of his life but she was smart, and funny and at lest they were friends. They understood the business and social aspects of their lives, what it would mean for them both, and how to appear the perfect couple. They were good friends, and now family.

Mitchem had acquired the company that Logan had helped build in San Francisco as a way to control him, but it was also because the work Logan and the guys had done was more then worth the money Mitchum had to pay them for it. He had kept all of them on and sent Logan to London again. It was where his father thought he had thrived the most, but Logan saw his father's face when he and seen he and Rory together at that restaurant, that he had finally realized that the reason Logan had been thriving was not only because he was a great businessman, but also because of Rory.

After that last night together Logan decided he had two choices, continue to grieve, or let what he had with Odette be enough and surprisingly enough it had been. Odette was very into the social aspect of their married life, the parties, the business connection and he had to admit it had worked out beyond any expectations he had.

His business connections had boomed in her wake, and while she was the epitome of a perfect socialite in public, she wore nothing but jeans and tennis shoes in private. Her hair slightly messy, glasses poised on the tip of her nose as she gave him one of her patented smirks. She challenged him and together they made a great team, both in bed and out.

But sitting here in the park every day he was once more just Logan. He read, actual print books, which he liked to think helped keep that format of media in place. He had learned a long time ago there was nothing like the smell of an old book. The book he read today was one he had read many times over the last few months, the pages worn, and the cover torn slightly, today's read wasn't Tolstoy or Shakespeare, it was something much simpler and yet so much more complicated. He closed the book after finishing the last page, Gilmore Girls. Being in the business, he had acquired an early, unpublished copy from a friend.

He knew it was masochistic of him to read it over and over but it gave him a glimpse into a world he no longer belonged. It gave him a view into the young life of Rory. She had vividly captured the relationship between her and Lorelei; he could almost hear them both when he read.

He had read hungrily about her relationship with the Dean character and hated that he was her first kiss and first love, but what scared him the most was that he knew that eventually there would be the book that would have a Jess character. He hated that guy. Not that he had really done much to alleviate the situation between them, but he knew that even when he saw him at Yale that he had loved Rory too, maybe still did.

At the time he had thought it sad that this boy was still in love with his high school girlfriend even years later and still held on to her, but now he understood. She was not someone you let go of easily, if at all. So while Logan knew he would never be good enough for Rory, he found acceptance in Odette that made the past seem easier to put there, the past.

And there's not enough room
In this world for my pain
Signals cross and love gets lost
And time passed makes it plain
Of all my demon spirits
I need you the most
I'm in love with your ghost
I'm in love with your ghost

Dark and dangerous like a secret (don't tell a soul)
That gets whispered in a hush
When I wake the things I dreamed about you (don't tell a soul)
Last night make me blush
And you kiss me like a lover
Then you sting me like a viper
I go follow to the river
Play your memory like a piper

As he walked back to the hospital to give Honor one last hug before going back to work, he stopped at the closet trashcan. It was time he left all of the past, where it belonged. He dropped the manuscript in and grabbed his cell.

It rang twice before the voice on the other end said, "OMG it's THE Logan Huntzberger!" and squealed like a teenage girl.

He laughed, responded, "In the flesh baby."

The woman laughed again, "And what a flesh it is…" she insisted. "When you coming home? I might need to scratch a itch."

Like he said, they worked well in that area, he chuckled, "I'll be home in a few hours. I had cleared the day to see Honor, but I need to take care of a few emails first."

"Ok babe, well I just left her and I swear to God if she doesn't take the beautiful child home soon, I'm going to take him. Get ready to be called daddy." Odette joked.

"Oh I've been called Daddy before believe me." He responded.

"Brat!" she laughed. "See ya soon … daddy."

"See ya babe."

He hung up the phone smiling. Being Married to Odette had not been the worst thing to happen to him, and especially since she had agreed to the expedited wedding in Vegas, three months ago, he's actually been some semblance of happy. Now at the hospital entrance he turned his phone to silent, going over the plan for the next few hours, 1) See Honor 2) hit the office for hopefully less then an hour and 3) Hit the bedroom with his Wife before his business dinner with his dad and another new publishing house that would soon belong to HPG. A few laughs with Odette would make his night that much better.

Stepping off the elevator he froze. The voice permeating the otherwise quiet hallway surprised him.

"I mean honestly Lorelei, you would think you were raised in a barn."

Emily Gilmore. Emily Gilmore yelling at Lorelei Gilmore, and where Lorelei Gilmore was, Rory Gilmore couldn't' be far away.

Shit.

And I feel it like a sickness
How this love is killing me
I'd walk into the fingers
Of your fire willingly
And dance the edge of sanity
I've never been this close
In love with your ghost, ooh

Ooh

Unknowing captor
You never know how much you
Pierce my spirit
But I can't touch you
Can you hear it
A cry to be free
Oh I'm forever under lock and key
As you pass through me

Now I see your face before me
I would launch a thousand ships
To bring your heart back to my island
As the sand beneath me slips
As I burn up in your presence
And I know now how it feels
To be weakened like Achilles
With you always at my heels

This bitter pill I swallow
Is the silence that I keep
It poisons me I can't swim free
The river is too deep
Though I'm baptized by your touch
I am no worse than most
In love with your ghost (in love with your ghost)

*Song Lyrics are Ghost by Indigo Girls