A Light in the Life

SPECIAL CHAPTER - HOT DAYS, COLD BEDS.

Disclaimer: I don't own the story or characters featured in Gilmore Girls, however I have a fertile mind and a fan orphan heart.

A/N: You thought I'd be gone, right? Not this time. I know I took so long and I suck, BUT, I promise I have a good excuse. Here is the special chapter that I promised, along with almost all the old chapters rewritten. WHAT? That's exactly what you heard. Same story, better writing. It took a little while to rewrite them all. I was going to wait a few more weeks until everything was perfect, but even I couldn't wait anymore.

The bad part is: I'm completely insecure about this story and I don't know if I should continue it, then I've decided to rely on your opinion to make this final decision. So, please, tell me what you think about what I did. I'd like to thank my new beta, you're amazing!

CHAPTER CONTEXT: This chapter was written especially because you, my beloved readers, asked to know how was the final confrontation between Logan and Odette. On the timeline, it occurred between Chapter 7 and Chapter 8, but we couldn't see it through Rory's eyes. This is the only chapter that addresses a past event. The next chapter will continue to follow Rory's POV.  

SPECIAL CHAPTER – HOT DAYS, COLD BEDS.

Logan hung up the phone and stretched his body in his sophisticated black executive chair.

Even after a few minutes, he still couldn't put what just happened into words. His gaze was static and overwhelming thoughts popped into his head in a quick succession.

Logan was amazed at how easily he decided to cross the ocean to see Rory again. After pushing his buttons so hard, he told himself it wasn't a big deal. Rory was finally reaching her dream and he felt proud to have helped her get there.

It was okay, that's what people do for those they love, he thought. Logan silently laughed disconcertedly at the last word his mind had put. He didn't really mean it like love, but he was impressed with how much it fit in. Logan rose from his chair and stuffed his now free hands into his coat pockets and headed off towards the office window. His wide view was a scrap of his thoughts. At the top of the building, he could see a lush city, once again painted with a gray sky, but fascinating. He settled in to live there, but sometimes he missed home. His real home.

Logan cautiously surveyed his office again. This was a good room with fancy furniture and unnecessary space, but it reinforced his business importance. This looks like a place where a president could sign a decree, he thought to himself.

Although it had substantial value, none of it was important to him. The truth is that he never worked that much; he has never been as successful as now. Logan was a young man and a respectable successor to a golden throne, but at the same time, he never felt so hollow. He didn't feel comfortable in business meetings, around his family or in his own home.

He'd avoided thinking about it. He would pick up his repressed feelings and lock them in a box, whose in which the key was thrown away. This was his reality since he became a true Huntzberger. At any sign of a relapse, Logan used his outlets, such as extravagant bourbons or long office hours. The next day would be a new old day.

Determined to get out of this rut, Logan sat down in his chair once more to make another call. This time for his secretary.

"Darla!"

"Yes, Mr Huntzberger." She pronounced.

"I need an urgent ticket to New York. I'm leaving in a couple of days." He spatcommanded.

Darla was mute and Logan couldn't hear her typing anymore. He was so impatient with the urge to buy tickets without further explanations that he almost interpreted her delay as an insubordination sign.