"Hey Lorelai, Tom said the crown molding was loose in room 4…"

"Um, yeah, let me show you what needs to be fixed."

He followed her up the stairs, appreciating the view and forcing his hands to remain in their pockets. Lorelai hopped up on the bare mattress and showed him the loose ceiling molding above the headboard. Again, it was damn hard to look at the molding instead of her shapely ass in those jeans. That lavender sweater snug against her breasts. The fire alarm could have blared and he wouldn't have been aware. What he needed was a cold shower from the sprinkler system. Was the radiator blasting in here? He couldn't believe his luck when she tripped towards him and her chest crashed into his face as his arms flew around her legs to steady her, and now her butt was resting in his hands. Slowly, reluctantly, he released her and she slid down his body to the floor. He leaned forward to kiss her…

"BEEP BEEP BEEP!"

Damn alarm. Damn reality. I've worked at the inn for two months now and these dreams are increasingly vivid. Only a few more weeks and I can work at Gypsy's garage, away from her, closer to leaving town for college.

I cannot seem to make you happy. It's over Lorelai. We're through.

Jason broke up with her, publicly in Luke's Diner. Fantastic.

"Well, I guess wedding bells aren't in our future. Luke, can I get my coffee to go?"

"Sure, coming up. Are you okay? Do you need a ride to the inn?"

"No no, I drove and, thanks for the coffee, I'm off to work. Bye!"

Honestly, she wasn't really upset. Slightly embarrassed, maybe, but not like superbowl nipplegate embarrassed, and hey, par for the course as far as her love-life was concerned. A Jackson and Sookie produce debate would cheer her up.

"Heard it with my own ears, saw it with my own eyes, that Jason guy dumped her in the middle of Luke's. I'd be surprised if she shows up here today."

Dean couldn't believe what he'd overheard Sully saying. How on earth could anyone dump Lorelai Gilmore? What breed of jackass do you have to be to think you'll find someone better?

Luke entered the study with a bouquet of flowers.

"Hey Dean have you seen Lorelai?"

"No, what are those flowers for?"

"Oh nothing really. She had a rough morning so I thought I'd cheer her up with some flowers."

Did Luke still like Lorelai? Dean and Rory used to talk about the way they flirted with one another and Rory was often frustrated that they never seemed to connect. Most people in town could see how much they liked one another but for some reason they never acted on it. Dean was feeling jealous right now of Luke, holding a bouquet for Lorelai because he might swoop in while he had a chance to be Lorelai's next suitor. Wasn't going to be Dean. So why was he getting pissed?

"Well, if you see her, please have her call me at the diner will ya?"

"Sure. No problem."

Dean needed some air so he found Tom and told him he was going to finish painting the backside of the stables. As he strolled through the stables to grab the paint cans, he spotted Lorelai sitting on an upturned bucket in the back stall.

"Lorelai? What are you doing out here?"

"Ah, Dean, I'm just pontificating about the...I got nothing. I'm hiding out for a little bit. Does anyone need me in there?"

"No, I'm going to paint the back of the stable but it can wait if you need me for something, to talk, you know, as friends?"

"Friends, yes, we are friends, friends who can talk, friends who won't…" her voice sounded more hurried and fractured than usual.

"Hey, what is wrong?" Dean set down the paint cans and squatted down facing Lorelai, placing a hand on her bare knee.

Yikes. His giant hand is touching my knee and now my stomach is fluttery and I feel tingly and this isn't good. Those lovely hazel brown eyes are searching my face for an explanation and I don't know what to say.

What the hell did I just do? I'm touching Lorelai's knee. Warm, soft knee. Her eyes are staring at me in disbelief. Right there with ya. Why aren't we talking yet? This is so awkward. Sweet Jesus she is wearing another low cut dress, and now I'm staring at the exposed curves under her breasts and this is bad but I cannot look at her eyes either, Forester what is happening?

Okay, he's staring at my boobs, and I like it and I cannot handle this on top of everything else today. Danger Will Robinson!

"Dean, I need to go inside and call some vendors. Crackerjacks and whatnot. You should get to that painting."

His hand fell away as she rose and he kept his gaze to the ground, remaining in the squatting position because he couldn't bear the thought of her seeing the erection in his pants or the crimson wave washing across his face.

Good, he isn't looking at me and seeing this intense flush across my face and chest. I need to get out of here. I need coffee.

Completely mortified by her thoughts, Lorelai actually ran to Luke's where she had been dumped a mere hour earlier which on the shame index was nothing compared to the embarrassment she felt back there in the stable.

"Coffee coffee coffee, coffee now!"