An: Thanks for all you that reviewed they keep me inspired to write. This is a short chapter but i thought let's post something! I don't own Gilmore Girls.
Ch 3
"Who's got a car because we all came in the limos?" Colin states and we all look at Rory. She's the only possible choice without calling for a ride from one of the companies and that would take forever. We all really want to get out of her.
"I have my Dad's Navigator, is that up to your standards McCrea?" Rory offers with a smirk and Logan kisses her cheek.
"My own Bonnie complete with a getaway car!" he laughs as I hand him the keys. We quickly get in and Logan drives the back way away from the church and we all start laughing.
"Girlie, not that I love that you just saved Huntz from that slut, but what did Mitchum mean that you're timing was perfect" I questions and she smirk when Logan looks at her.
"Besides that, you look fantastic are you doing Pilates or yoga what is your secret" Rose adds and I nod.
"Ladies we all know that Gilmores don't do exercise; now spill about Papa Huntz" Colin jokes rubbing her shoulders over the seat and she laughs.
"It's simple, Mitchum found me in Paris last week and we had lunch. And Rose it's a little of both and running" Rory states and we all look confused. No one has lunch with Mitchum voluntary. Why do I think there is more she's not sharing? And when the hell did she start working out?
"Paris does seem to do you good, bloody incredible ass you got there" Finn states and Colin elbows him in the stomach. He complains like a baby, but that's Finn.
"Wait, you voluntary had lunch with my father? And you work out normally? Who are you and what have you done with my Ace?" Logan questions shocked and she smiles at him. His Ace, that's a good sign.
"Why were you in Paris and why the hell didn't we get invite to come? Paris has the best shopping. I could be so mad at you right now but I can't since it's about time you came back" I state.
"Steph, the better questions is why the hell she had lunch with Mitchum without a wingman" Colin states and Logan nods.
"Where are we going because I think the more distance between Logan and Hartford is better" she says changing the subject, not smooth enough reporter girl.
"Did you at least get some great clothes being there?" Rose adds thinking just like me.
"Plenty and then some including tons of shoes" Rory comments which the boys all laugh; she is worse than me with shoes. "Get on the highway and head to Boston" she tells Logan and he looks at her. Why Boston?
"Why Boston, that's only 2 hours are you sure it's safe? I was thinking more like Prague or Fiji" he smirks at her.
"It's a stop we're not staying there and you're only saying that because it's hot and you want me in a bikini" she adds and we look at one another.
"Actually that's still too much clothing for my thinking, Ace" he smirks and she kisses his cheek. We're all thinking the same thing. It's about damn time we see Logan back. It's about time he smiles because he's happy; truly happy.
"That was way too much info for us Huntz" I laugh.
"Love, why do I think you have a masterful plan brewing in that head of yours?" Finn laughs and she smirks back to us.
"Because I have been around you all for far too long and besides I had some help. It surprising how much you can get done in a short time using the weight of last names and threatening to take jobs away" she winks. It all goes back to Mitchum. I do wonder what the lunch was all about.
"Do you have some weird obsession with my father that I should know about Ace? Last time I checked you both were barely on speaking terms?" Logan questions her and I lose it at her surprised face.
"I think we all want that answer girlie" I add laughing and she's quiet too quiet.
"Can we just drop it until we get to Boston, it will be easier to explain without getting a neck spasm from all the turning around" she replies and we glance to Logan in the rear view mirror.
"Sure Ace, hell we have all the time in the world now" he comments lifting her hand and kissing it Knowing Rory, I know that we all need to be aware when she's being cryptic. There is more than meets the eyes with that Gilmore.
