Logan was in the middle of eating his steak when he felt a familiar tingle. "Paris just pulled into the parking lot." Logan may not have heard or seen her yet, but he could feel her.

Rory looked at him suspiciously. "What have you developed bat hearing since the divorce or something?"

"Paris is going to walk through that door in the next minute and you are going to feel mighty foolish for doubting me." Logan told her before going back to his steak. It had been a while since he had enjoyed a good steak with a woman. Kerry didn't like to eat at Miss Annie's because she worked there. She said that she got enough of the place during the week.

Rory looked over at the entrance. She couldn't help but smile when sure enough the front door opened and in walked Paris. The smile immediately disappeared from her face when she saw Paris walk. It wasn't an I'm just popping in for quick bite to eat walk. On the contrary it was a I'm a woman on a mission get the hell out of my way kind of walk.

Paris scowled when she saw Rory sitting in that damn corner booth with Logan. "Rory Gilmore-Hayden how the hell am I going to find out that you are back in town from Linda Rae, the town gossip?"

Annie's head quickly popped out of the kitchen. "Simmer down Paris before I toss your blonde ass out!"

Rory wondered why Paris seemed so tall. She looked down and saw that Paris was in fact wearing high heels. When did Paris start wearing high heels? She chalked it up to them getting older. She plastered a your not going to scare me smile on her face, "Why hello to you too, Paris." She waved at Jamie who was standing behind his wife, "Hi Jamie".

"Hey ya'll." Jamie wished he was at home watching the Mavericks game instead of here watching Paris intimidate, or at least try to intimidate people, the way only she could.

"I'm sorry you found out that I was here from Linda Rae. This wasn't a planned trip. My mom called last night and told me about my grandfather. I got on the first flight out of Boston. I drove here from Dallas. I'm only here because my mother doesn't want to deal with Logan and me." Rory explained. She felt a twinge of guilt. Nobody wanted to hear something from Linda Rae when it dealt with something you should have learned first. "Forgive me?"

Paris sighed and smiled. "You miss the big city yet?"

"You'd be surprised at how much you miss this place when you don't have the time or ability to just visit whenever you want." Rory had been sitting in the restaurant listening to the band play, watching people dance, and enjoying the fact that it was okay to eat as much as she wanted whenever she wanted. "Plus folks in Boston don't have nearly as much character."

Logan looked over Jamie who kept checking his watch. "How many points does Dirk have so far?"

"24, but it looks like the rest of the night is going to be slower because his knee is bothering him again. So how did Kerry react?"

"She didn't really act. She just sort of had that deer in headlights look she always gets. We'll talk more later though when it's just the two of us." Logan knew that Paris and Rory were paying very little attention to them, but that didn't mean that he was going to risk saying something in front of them that one of them might actually hear.

"Hey Megan, we need some tequila!" Paris hollered. Tonight was a night for reminiscing.

Lorelai groaned when she heard her front door creak open. She slowly got out of bed and pulled a robe on. She grabbed the first thing she could find that was a swingable, an umbrella of course. She sighed when she saw Logan helping a very drunk Rory up the stairs. "Thank God it's you. I thought that someone was actually trying to break in or something. I take it Rory had something to drink." She grabbed Rory's other arm. Rory was nothing but dead weight when she was drunk.

"Her and Paris had a good time with Jose." Logan explained. He had only a shot. He knew that his stomach and Jose didn't get along all that well. "You should see Paris." Jamie had to carry Paris out of the restaurant. Rory hadn't passed out until the ride home. During the ride she called him Tristan. He wasn't really sure what that meant. "Should I know someone named Tristan?"

Lorelai tensed up at his question. "No. Why?"

"Rory called me Tristan on the ride home. At least I think she said Tristan. I'm not really sure. You know how she mumbles when she gets to drinking." Logan sighed when they reached Rory's bedroom door.

"My daughter is a drunk mumbler. She got it from Christopher." Lorelai joked even though she was silently wondering why Rory hadn't told Logan about Tristan. The boy, or rather man, was her fiancé with whom she lived. She figured Rory just didn't think it was the time or place to handle the situation. "Thank you for bringing her home."

"I think I blocked out just how much I missed her because tonight was great. It was like old times. I mean as much like old times as they could be." Logan admitted quietly. He smiled at just how peaceful she looked lying in bed. It took everything he had not to reach out and gently caress her cheek.

Lorelai wasn't sure what to say so instead she just nodded.

"Well I better get going. I have to fix your parent's fence in the morning. I'll pop into the inn at around one thirty to check on the furnace." Logan declared. He couldn't stand being in that room anymore. There were too many memories in there.

Lorelai smiled and kissed him softly on the cheek. "I'll see you then. Now drive safe. Just the other day Pete Manning hit a deer and it nearly totaled his truck." Even though Logan wasn't her son in law anymore she treated him the same way as she did before.

Lorelai kissed her daughter softly on the cheek. "It's good to have you home kiddo." She then backed out of the room and returned to her warm, and comforting bed.

The first thing Rory thought when she opened her eyes the next morning was that it was too damn bright outside and that someone needed to shut the damn sun off because she needed at least another hour of sleep before she could function. Then it occurred to her that she had yet to finish the mayor's speech on education which he was expecting in nearly an hour. The last thing that crossed her mind was that it felt good to be back in her old bed. She sat up as quickly as she could. Her speed was more geriatric and less fast. She crossed the room to get her laptop. Luckily it wouldn't take her long to write the speech. As her laptop turned on she wondered what had happened the night before. She replayed the events in her mind. Logan showing up at the hospital, dinner at Miss Annie's, Paris showing up, Paris ordering tequila, drinking lots of tequila, finding it very difficult to walk or think straight, Logan helping her into the truck, Logan telling her to keep her eyes open, her calling Logan Tristan, and that was it, that was all she could remember. Her eyes got big as she remembered the last thing she could remember. She called Logan Tristan?! How was that possible? Tristan was smooth, suave, rich, and posh. Logan was kind, sweet, responsible, blue collar, and rough around the edges. She wondered if Logan had hear or even been able understand her. He had once told her that she was a mumbler when she hit the bottle. The night before with Logan had been much easier than she thought it would be. She had seen couples on television that were good at being divorced. Maybe Logan and her were one of those couples. She had a feeling that wasn't the case. She sighed. Her head hurt too much to think about it.

Logan walked into the kitchen carrying a box of donuts in one hand and a coffee in the other. He knew that Rory was probably starving. He grabbed her something to eat before he headed over to Richard and Emily's. He made his way upstairs. He started to open her door without knocking just as he had done when they were younger. He stopped himself and then knocked. He figured that was the right thing to do. It was probably a serious invasion of privacy for him to just walk in.

"Come in." Rory was in the middle of typing and didn't think it was necessary to open the door for whoever was there. She figured it was just her mother.

Logan opened the door and smiled. "I thought you might want something to eat." He smirked at how big her eyes got when she heard his voice.

"Logan. I thought you were my Mom. Thanks for bringing me something to eat."

Logan crossed the room and handed her the items. "It's no problem. Well I better go. I still need to fix your grandparent's fence today. I'll probably see you later at the hospital."

"Okay." Rory couldn't help but think that it was pretty sweet of him to still take care of her grandparent's property. It wasn't as if they paid him or he really earned anything out of the proposition. Then again it was one of his uncle's many jobs. She wondered if he took over all of his uncle's jobs. "Thanks again."

"Bye Ace." The old nickname slipped out without him even wanting it to. He opened her bedroom door and then left the room.

She took a sip of the coffee he had brought her. She sighed. It was the perfect temperature. She closed her eyes and sighed. Why did Logan have to be so damn perfect now? Why couldn't he have been perfect when they were still married?

AUTHORS NOTE: Okay so that was the update. I hope ya'll liked it. The reason they got divorced is coming soon. I sort of gave you a hint in this chapter though I'm not sure you will have picked up on it. Thanks for reading. Please review! I'll try to update as soon as possible. Thanks again!END OF NOTE.