Caroline Morrison

“Just checking my emails. What about you?” 

“Thinking about you.” He said, his voice laced with a bit of mischief.  

Warmth spread into Rory’s cheeks. “What about me?” 

“That it’s been three whole days since I’ve been able to see you, hold you. . . kiss you.”

She drew in a deep breath, trying to calm her pulse. “It’s only been three days.” 

“Three days too long.”

“Pssh.” Rory sighed, pretended to be annoyed, but she secretly felt the same. Her need for Logan was all consuming, she couldn’t get enough of him. Her body craved him. She didn’t, no couldn’t, admit it yet, but she was falling for him all over again. 

“Don’t act like you don’t miss me Ace.”

“I may miss you. . . just a bit.” she said, biting her lip. 

Logan chuckled. “When can I see you again?”

“I’m free tonight?” Rory offered. 

Logan stretched back in the bed, a smile on his face. “I have to wait for tonight?” 

“You could join my grandma and I at the DAR brunch. I’m sure you’d be the talk of the town.” 

Logan chuckled. “Tonight it is.”

“So what’s the plan? Another movie marathon? Ordering room service and then letting it get cold?” 

The innuendo behind Rory’s words sent a rush through Logan’s body. “As fun as that is, I’m taking you out. Wear something nice. I’ll pick you up about sevenish?” 

“A night out on the town for little ol’ me?” Rory chuckled. 

“I want to show you off. It’s been far too long since I've been the man in the room with the most beautiful woman on his arm.” 

“I am not the most beautiful. ..”

“That’s right. . . you’re also the smartest, funniest, clever. . “

Rory’s other line beeped, letting her know she had a waiting call. 

“Um Logan, as flattering as this is for my ego, I have another call.” 

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“You didn’t have to come.” Rory said as they pulled up to the mansion.

Logan laughed. “And let you battle the Gilmore generator alone? I’ve faced fewer risks skydiving.”

Rory rolled her eyes. “It’s a switch Logan. You flip it.” 

“You say that now. Then it explodes and poof! There goes Emily’s guest bathroom.” 

The car skidded a little as it hit a patch of ice. Logan quickly corrected,  as Rory grabbed the armrest. “Matbe we should turn around.” 

Logan shook his head. “We’re closer to the house now than the hospital. Let’s just check everything, then head back.” 

Rory drew in a deep breath, and tucked her hands in her lap as they pulled into the Gilmore’s long driveway, the headlights catching the snowflakes like falling stars. “In there and out. How long could it take?” 

. . . 

“We’ve been here for over an hour!” Rory bellowed. 

Logan groaned from somewhere behind the backup generator. “Leave it to your grandparents to own some fancy French generator!” 

Rory glanced over his shoulder. “What?” 

“I think I found the problem.” Logan said, crouching to point at a small gauge on the side pane;. “See this? It’s supposed to be full.” 

“Full of what?” 

“Gas”

Rory blinked.“Oh. . . ohhhh.” 

Before either of them could say more, the single bulb overhead flickered, then everything went black with a sharp snap. The soft hum of the house died, leaving only total silence. For a moment there was nothing but the sound of the wind howling against the walls and the distant creak of old wood settling in the cold. 

“Logan!” Rory whispered, “let’s just go! We can’t exactly get gas in the middle of a blizzard, there’s nothing we can do!”

Logan straightened, the faint glow of his phone screen lighting his face. “We can’t drive home in one either.” he glanced at the news alert flashing across the screen. “They just shut down all the roads leading out of Hartford.” 

Rory stared at him, her breath catching in the icy air. “So you’re saying we’re. .  .”

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Logan’s restraint faltered. He reached out, fingers catching her chin, turning her back towards him. “You’re overthinking again.” he said quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Don’t tell me what I'm doing” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Don’t tell me what I want.”

“Then tell me,” he said, his breath ghosting over her cheek.

She swallowed hard, meeting his eyes. “All I want is you.”

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She fisted the front of his shirt, dragging him closer, lips parting under his with a needy gasp. He took full advantage , deepening the kiss, until it was teeth, and tongue, and years of unspoken want. “Ace. . “ he breathed against her lips, his voice rough. His mouth trailed down her jaw, nipping at the tender skin beneath her ear, drawing out a breathless moan from her that nearly undid him. 

Her fingers slipped beneath his shirt, her nails grazing his skin. He pressed her back against the lighthouse, his hands splayed over her hips, sliding lower, gripping like he never intended to let go. She arched into him, her body a perfect match against his, sending the sparks between them into a full blown inferno. 

“Ten years.” she whispered. “Ten years I’ve missed this.” 

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"I was thinking you, me, and Kerouac could use an adventure.”

“Kerouac?” 

“Your Subaru” he said matter of factly. “I’ve named him Kerouac.”

“You named my car? I’ve officially started to rub off on you.”

“You still naming toasters?” 

Rory rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the tug of a smile. “Poppy made really good bagels ok?” 

Logan let the curtain fall back into place and turned to her. “So here’s the deal Ace. Tomorrow, you, me. . . and Kerouac, are going on an adventure.”

Her brow arched, skeptical. “An adventure?” 

“Mhmmm.” He said, nodding. He didn’t elaborate, just grinned at her in that infuriating way he had when she knew something she didn’t.

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“I’m not dressed for this.” She murmured. 

Logan leaned back, eyes sweeping over her with slow appreciation. “You look perfect to me.” 

Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she tried to brush it off. 

“So. .  .” he said, tipping his chin toward the pendant glinting against her collarbone. “you like your gift?” 

Rory’s hand rose instinctively to touch the tiny typewriter. “It’s beautiful. Thank you again.” 

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Her spine stiffened. “You don’t get to tell me what my life is or isn’t remember? You left. You’re not part of this.”

He didn’t flinch. His voice was steady, quiet. “Then tell me you’re happy. Look me in the eye and say it. Just tell me you’re happy, and I’ll leave you alone.”  New Chapter is up!!

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“Rory. . . “ He said, his voice caught somewhere between plea an confession. 

She tilted her face up, lips hovering inches from his. Their breath mingled, both warm and unsteady. The air between them grew unbearably thin, her heart pounding like the song itself was pushing them closer. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers.

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Rory said “Oh please, you were good enough. My grandparents both loved you. They were talking blonde hair blue eyed babies the first time I brought you to dinner.” 

Logan  choked on his sandwich, his face going red. “Babies?” 

Rory grinned, enjoying his reaction. “Don’t look so alarmed. It wasn’t a prophecy, just idle chatter.” 

“Idle chatter. . . about future generations of Huntzberger - Gilmore spawn? That’s heavy dinner conversation at the least, Ace.” 

“Welcome to a Friday night at Emily and Richard’s.” 

They both laughed. “And here I thought Richard was grilling me about the business to scare me off. Turns out they were already picturing us with matching strollers.” 

Rory tried to play it off with a laugh, but the image lingered longer than she expected. “Don’t flatter yourself. They probably just wanted someone with a trust fund.” 

“Ah, but you just said I was good enough.” Logan’s grin widened, teasing but softer now. “That’s the part I'm going to remember.” 

Rory tilted her head, curiosity sneaking in beneath her teasing. “So. . . how come that never happened? You’re not married, no kids?” 

Logan gave a little shrug, his smile wry, but not unkind. “Well, see. . . I did ask this amazing woman to marry me once. But her dreams were too big for me to tie her down.”

She laughed, too quickly, the sound thinner than she meant it to be, like she could brush off the weight of his words. Rory’s cheeks warmed, the words landing heavier than she expected. “Logan. . .”

He leaned back, flashing a half smile. “Don’t worry Ace. No regrets. She’s doing exactly what she was meant to do.”  He reached over, covering her hand with his. A sudden jolt of nostalgia rippled through Rory’s body. Logan’s hand felt like home, a familiar comfort, safety.

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“Logan? Hi. It’s Rory. Don’t hang up!” she blurted way too loudly.

“. . . not planning on it. What’s going on Ace?” 

“Okay funny story. Well. not funny ‘haha’ more funny like ‘please don’t ask me how I got myself into this situation’ funny. Kind of slap stick funny than. . .”

“Ace” Logan interrupted. “You’re spiraling.” 

Rory drew in a deep, calming breath. “Right. I’m calling you because I'm stuck.” 

“Stuck?”

“Yes."

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“Morning Lorelai” Logan said, adjusting his grip on the cream envelope.  “I, uh. . .  brought Emily a card from my parents.” 

Lorelai’s gaze flicked to the envelope, then back to him, a smirk tugging at her mouth.  “Don’t the Huntzbergers have an entire staff for this sort of thing? Card couriers, condolence specialists, guys in suits whose sole job is to hand deliver tasteful sympathy?”

Logan’s jaw tightened. “They thought. . . it would mean more if it were delivered in person.” It sounded flimsy, even to him.

 Rory let out a choked laugh, tears still wet on her cheeks. “He definitely meant it,” she whispered.

“He loved you so much.” Logan said softly, the unspoken  “and so did I” catching in his throat. 

 “I know.” Rory replied, her voice quiet, but something in her eyes told him she’d heard both truths.

A streak of sunlight broke through the window, reflecting off of her engagement ring brighter than a signal mirror. Logan’s heart stuttered back to life, pounding in denial. Here in front of him was the only woman he had ever loved, and she was wearing another man’s ring.  Ten years had passed, ten years and she still left him absolutely speechless. She was going to be another man’s wife. Logan didn’t even know the guy and he already hated him. Where was he while his fiance was sobbing on the floor? He already knew he wasn’t good enough for Rory.

She glanced up at him, her blue eyes shining, and every emotion he’d fought to bury over the last ten years clawed its way to the surface. He swallowed hard. “That’s some rock on your finger.” 

Rory glanced down at it guiltily. “It’s obnoxious isn’t it?”

Logan smiled. “It’s not what I would have chosen for you.” 

A glimpse of the simple ring he had given her flashed into her mind.

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They say grief brings clarity. For Rory it brings Logan. When her grandfather's death brings her home for the first time in years, Rory isn't expecting to see Logan. She isn't expecting the way her breath catches when she sees him, or how easily the silence between them slips into something familiar. The timing is wrong, but it still feels right.

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