So. Are we having fun yet? I am! How could I not what with having StephT’s guys as virtual houseguests? 
(I just wish one or the other would give me a neckrub, I could really use one….)
Anyway. Last night had another toe-curling kiss on Veronica Mars between Veronica & Logan.
I’m still letting story ideas percolate on the back burner. I have a lot of stories I’ve already written quite a bit on and I can’t help wondering if I can ever salvage any of them enough to finish. I hate to give up on them, some more than others. But, on the other hand, I have tons of other ideas where all I’ve written down is the bare bones of the idea. :sigh: What to do, what to do….?
Maybe I’ll just let Saint & James amuse me some more… 
“She looks exhausted.” Stefan stared down at the sleeping Tori.
“I’m not surprised,” Stacy said softly. “Those SEALs ran her ragged yesterday. Not that she didn’t enjoy it.”
Tori snuggled closer to Saint who wrapped his arms around her. All, apparently, without waking up.
Smirking, Stefan replied, “I would say she is still enjoying it.”
“Should we wake them?” Stacy wondered aloud.
“I think not, dragoste. If the SEALs hang around for very long, I suspect she’ll need all the rest she can get.”
Stacy smothered a giggle as Stefan crossed the room to turn on Tori’s computer. He pulled up her email, scanning to see if she had anything of importance that needed her immediate attention.
He suddenly snorted.
Stacy leaned over his shoulder. “What is it?”
He pointed to one item in the inbox. “She does get the most fascinating spam. See the subject?”
“Carrot laundry,” Stacy read. “Ooo-kay. That is just too weird.”
“What are you two doing?” a sleepy voice complained. “Geez.”
The duo turned to see Tori glaring at them.
“Um, good morning,” Stacy said, easing behind Stefan.
Tori yawned, but made no move to extract herself from Saint’s arms. “I repeat, what are you two doing?” She packed a lot of annoyance into the question without ever raising her voice.
“Checking your email,” Stefan said finally.
“That much I figured out on my own, thanks. What I want to know is why? You expecting something on one of my accounts?”
“Well…” The truth was he had used one of her more obscure email addresses to contact a member of his clan.
“Why me?” Tori asked the ceiling. She cut a glance back at Stefan and Stacy. “You both have your own computers. Why are you in my bedroom using mine?”
Stefan sighed. “No one would suspect you of being involved in our—” He glanced at Stacy. “—little problem. So I used one of your accounts to contact one of my cousins. I thought it safer that way.”
“Swell. What am I supposed to do if the people who are after Stacy figure out I know more than is apparent to the naked eye?”
He shrugged. “You have two Navy SEALs fighting over you. I imagine they could protect you.”
Tori rolled her eyes. “I think you should both go away now. I need more sleep.”
Grinning, Stefan sketched a bow. “Our wish is your command, oh, mistress.”
Tori threw a pillow at him, then turned over and went back to sleep.
