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A/N: Wow...you guys are just amazing. I loved all of that feedback you guys sent me...it made me very happy. Anyway, here is the new chapter. SOrry it took so long, I was out of town. I hope that you like it!

Chapter Two

There was silence on the other end of the line, the previous question hanging in the air. Logan waited a few moments, and then questioned her again.

"Ace,"

"What the hell is your problem?"

"Ace-"

"You haven't called me in three years and then you pull this,"

"I'm not pulling anything,"

"You just asked me to marry you,"

"I am well aware of that,"

"You're crazy," Rory spat, her exasperation evident, "You're insane and a complete ass hole,"

"Rory Gilmore, I am not insane, the ass hole thing I'll take. Anyway, there is a perfectly logical reason for my proposal. Just meet me for lunch; let me explain,"

"It better be one long ass explanation," Logan calmed, knowing now that she would at least meet him for lunch.

"Mount Everest at one?"

"Fine, but you're paying." She hung up without waiting for an answer and he felt his pulse quicken again. His fate was now dangling in the hands of a very bitter woman. Things did not look good.

She was a few minutes late, a gesture that, coming from the very perfunctory Rory, he knew was deliberate. She walked to their table, sitting down without a greeting. He had already ordered drinks, getting her a coffee. She glanced down at it now, eyes sweeping back to his.

"You couldn't even wait to order drinks?"

"I thought you'd appreciate a coffee waiting for you." She pushed it away, nose wrinkling in a manner that made him think of their last meeting.

"Their coffee sucks here,"

"Oh, I'll just-"

"Forget it," She set her eyes on him, a cool confidence there that he didn't remember.

"Okay,"

"Give me this fantastic explanation,"

"Don't you want to order?"

"I already ate. I figured this explanation would ruin my appetite."

"Okay," Logan said, taking a deep breath, "here it goes. As you know, I work for my dad,"

"Yes,"

"And, it pretty much sucks," he glanced at her, and even in her agitated state she couldn't refute that, "A few weeks ago, my dad gave me an ultimatum. He had become irritated with my, um, serial dating." She snorted and he found it difficult to go on. She seemed so imposing.

"Go on," She urgered with an easy smirk. She was poised to shoot him down, reject him. He could see it.

"He told me that he would let me pursue my own career if I got married. I had one month to find a fiancee,"

"And now you're out of time," She finished.

"Actually no, I just took him up on his offer a few days ago. The truth of the matter is that your face came to me immediately, and I haven't been able to get past it." She bristled at the personal manner in which he had spoken and he immediately regretted it.

"Rory, I basically know that you won't become attached and I genuinely like you,"

"Oh, thanks," She spat, looking down at the coffee.

"And, if you were to agree you can know that I would give you whatever you want or need. You would keep your job, of course, and we would have an open mairrage. You would continue to lead your life and I would lead mine. All it would be is a piece of paper and a ring,"

"How romantic," She muttered, still looking down.

"You don't have to say yes. I just had to ask."

She was silent for a while, picking up a spoon and absentmindedly stirring the coffee. He had hope though. She was fidgety, and he knew that meant she was thinking. She always became nervous when she was making an important decision. Finally, she looked up.

"Let's order,"

"What?"

"I'm hungry,"

"I thought you said you already ate," She shrugged, picking up a menu.

"Well, now I'm going to eat again." They both looked at the menus, picking their respective dishes. The waiter came and they ordered, the higher reason for the lunch hanging above them like a storm cloud.

"Ace,"

"I need more time," She told him, a bit of her former confidence lost.

"Okay,"

"Good, so, what have you been up to these past three years?"

Rory walked into her apartment, still stunned from lunch. Not only did Logan propose, but he had a damn good reason. She knew how much he hated working for Mitchum and saw what a great opportunity their mairrage would be for him. Did she want to marry him, though? She sat down on her couch, gnawing at the side of her cheek nervously. Her immediate response would have been no. He had kissed her and then refused to answer her calls for three years. He had hurt her. Yet, when she thought of how her stomach dropped when he called, she sensed that despite the pain she still cared for him. And a lot.

Sure, they used to be best friends. She had watched him grow up and him likewise. She always believed that close friendships never were truly lost, and now that Logan was back she found herself thinking about that. Could she really rid Logan of the chance to escape his father? She thought of what Lorelai would say, too confused to call her yet. Still though, she could hear her mother's voice in her head. Let someone else save him. He could have anyone. Yet the fact that he called her made it difficult. When push came to shove, he wanted her, he needed her. And who doesn't like to be wanted and needed?

"Rory, what are you doing?" She muttered, lying down on the couch. She was seriously considering it, considering marrying the man who had broken her heart. The man she had only hours before called an ass hole and vowed to herself that she would hate forever. But hate is akin to love, there is a very fine line. Sighing, she picked up the phone, needing to clear something up.

"Hello?"

"Logan, it would have to be a closed mairrage," She ordered, talking fast, "If I were to marry you, I wouldn't want to be in a sham of a mairrage. No affairs, no blonde heiresses or assistants, just me."

"Rory-"

"I'm not saying yes yet, I just want you to know that if I did say yes, those would be the parameters. I want a real mairrage."

"Okay," She nodded, mind racing.

"Okay, bye," She hung up, one simple word on her mind. Impulisvely, she dialed his number again, he picked up on the second ring.

"Ace?"

"I want to go to Disney World for the honey moon," The other line was silent, but she knew he was still there, "And I want to stay at the Polynesian,"

"You always did like palm trees," He finally said, his smile evident in his voice.

"So, Disney World?"

"Disney World it is."

A/N: There's the newest chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it. Please review and let me know what you thought. THe next chapter should be up in a few days...thanks for reading!