**This is the sequel to Breaking the Rules. I recommend reading it first or you may find yourself confused**
Veronica hurried down the street while balancing several bags of takeout. She hoped that her rushed lunch break would allow her time to do more than stuff her face and run. But, even if she didn't get to do much more than that, it would be worth it. She and Logan had taken to eating lunch together at least twice a week. Despite the fact that she spent almost every night at his place, they still liked the normalcy of something as simple as lunch dates.
She pushed her way through the door and found the shop empty. "Logan?" She called several times until Heather popped her head out of the back.
"He's back here working on the Montez centerpieces." Heather called out to Veronica.
Veronica tossed the bags down on the same table where she had first watched surveillance footage of her creepy ex and agreed to dinner with Logan. She made her way to the back, knowing he probably had headphones in and she could just watch him for a few minutes. Even though the events that first brought her here still gave her nightmares, she was grateful that they brought Logan into her life.
His was face scrunched up in thought, his elegant fingers adjusting stems and blooms until they were just right. It was like watching a sculptor. He was beautiful in his element, whether it was here making living art, typing away at his laptop, or making love to her. He must have felt her presence because a warm sexy smile graced his face as he looked up at her, making her heart race.
He popped his headphones out, "Hey, Beautiful. Is it already time for lunch?"
"It is. I brought enough for Heather, too. She seemed liked she needed some 'Logan' time." Veronica had been apprehensive when first meeting Heather, but it turned out that Heather was vivacious while still maintaining just the right amount of cynicism to appeal to Veronica. "I take it that she and, um—Brad?—broke up?"
"I think it was Chad, actually, but yes they broke up. Turns out he lived up to his name's rating; number one douchebag name according to some highly reputable website…" Logan smirked at Veronica.
"What did he do?" Veronica asked conspiratorially.
"She found him doing a line of coke in a bathroom at a party." Logan frowned and looked troubled.
"Oh. I'm not sure if that's better or worse than what I'd expected." Veronica stared at her hands.
"She's a smart girl; kicked him to the curb."
"You think I'm smart? Thanks Logan." Heather's sweet voice preceded her appearance in the doorway, holding the bags of take out Veronica had brought.
"Anytime. Veronica brought enough for us to all have lunch. Can you stay, or do you need to get back to your busy life?"
Heather smiled and set the bags on an empty table. "I always have time for you, old man."
"Sorry Chad was a dipshit, Heather." Veronica grabbed a plate and began dishing out the moo goo guy pan from its containers.
Heather nodded, "Well, I guess it's better that I find out now, right? Not six months down the road, or six years down the road."
"Amen to that, sister." Veronica agreed, handing the plate to Logan.
"And the sad truth is that I've dated worse." Heather continued, grimacing.
"Me too!" Logan brought himself into their conversation as he took a huge bite of an eggroll.
"Don't even get me started." Veronica groaned and they all laughed.
"Okay, Veronica. You win the 'worst ex' competition by a landslide. Now I can stop feeling sorry for myself," Heather relented. "But look at the two of you now. It would be sickening for me to watch if you guys weren't so damn cute together."
Veronica's cynical side wanted to protest, but she couldn't. "We are pretty cute," she acquiesced, stealing the next bite of Logan's eggroll and smiling mischievously up at him. He bent over to kiss her, but they were interrupted by Heather's voice.
"Okay, I take it back, your happiness is nauseating. I'm going to take my food up front. Thanks for lunch, Veronica," she said as she escaped into the shop.
"Anytime," Veronica called out just before Logan's lips met hers.
Logan closed up the shop and found himself back at his place by 6:30 p.m. He walked to his bedroom to change into his workout clothes, hoping to get in some time with his weights before Veronica made it over for dinner. The master bedroom had a large walk-in closet with multiple vanities and a comfortable chaise lounge. Logan hadn't picked any of it out; he'd hired a decorator to handle most of the furniture. But he had to say that he was a big fan of the chaise, especially the mornings after Veronica stayed the night. They'd both been late to work more than once thanks to that magnificent piece of closet furniture.
He looked around the space. In the weeks that he and Veronica had been together, every few days he'd noticed a few more of her things in the closet. Logan knew that it wasn't Veronica's attempt to stake her claim; it was his housekeeper's doing. She would do laundry and put Veronica's things away in the closet. Logan ran his hand over the hanging clothes and peeked into a few drawers to find that they were filling up too. He smiled to himself. It was a rare night that she didn't stay, and when she didn't it was usually because she had a late meeting or was writing. Though lately he had convinced her to share his office with him when she had a late night before a deadline.
He'd watched her write more than a few times, now. She'd come sit in his lap while he puttered on his laptop. Usually she made him give up the desk and chair, but sometimes she'd let him hold her and he could watch as she worked through how to phrase a source's emotional state or do research on one of any number of strange things. The more he watched her, the more inspired his own writing felt, but he rarely wrote when she was over. He hadn't told her about her alter ego that was his new novel's protagonist. He knew that he would have to tell her soon; it would be all kinds of creepy to use your girlfriend as your muse and not bother to let her know.
He heard the beeping of the security alarm and then the confirmation of the code having been put in. He decided that he would put off telling her about Vivian for now but, as for the state of their living arrangement, he didn't want to wait any longer.
"Bobcat!" he called after he heard the door shut.
"Yes, Muffin?" Veronica's voice answered from the living room.
Logan waited until she came into the bedroom. "What's the status on your lease?"
"Um…it's month to month? Why"
"Move in."
"What?"
"Move in. Pack up all your stuff and move in."
"I don't…"
"No, I'm serious. You spend all your time here anyway. I already ordered you a desk for the office."
Her jaw dropped. "You did?"
"As much as I like you working from my lap…"
"But…my furniture?"
"What about it? Whatever you love we'll find a place for. The rest can go to Goodwill."
"And my pictures?"
He stood and pulled her around directing her attention to where he envisioned each of his favorite photographs being hung.
"You've been thinking about this." She said, her hands on her hips.
"Well, yeah. I mean…you really are here all the time. And when you aren't I miss you. I want you to be here. Do you want to be here?" Logan asked, feeling as though his heart was hanging on his sleeve in plain sight for all—Logan Echolls loves Veronica Mars!
"I—wow, Logan. Yeah, I want to be here too. This feels like home. I can't really explain it." She smiled sheepishly at him.
"I can. Here I thought you were the one with the well-developed investigative and deductive skills." He smirked at her confused expression.
"Then please, explain away."
"You're in love with me." He said it matter-of-factly and smiled at her.
"I know." Veronica replied, a smirk of her own planted firmly on her face.
"What is this? Some reverse version of the Hans Solo-Princess Leia speech?"
"I don't know. I guess that depends." Veronica replied stepping closer to him.
"On what?" Logan asked.
"On what you know." Veronica wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss that left Logan breathless and aroused.
"I know a lot of things…did you have a particular piece of knowledge in mind?" Logan gazed down at her. Veronica's eyes were wide and sparkling. They had been dancing around this for at least the last few weeks, but he'd been terrified of scaring her off. That cat is completely out of the bag. You just asked her to move in with you and she didn't run away. Telling her how you feel isn't going change things, he told himself, preparing for what, he hoped, would be a positive reaction.
He took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around her waist, "I'm in love with you. I want you to move in with me. I don't want to wake up without you anymore." He kissed her softly at first, and then he deepened the kiss when she responded. Lifting her up into his arms, he walked them to the bed and set her down, pulling away from the kiss but not their embrace.
"Are you in love with me Veronica? Will you move in with me?" He whispered against her lips.
"I am and I would love nothing more."
Logan leaned in and kissed Veronica again. Leisurely, he tasted her and caressed her, moving his hands up and down her sides as her legs wrapped around his waist. Logan pressed firmly against her, enjoying the friction their bodies created against each other.
He lifted Veronica up and moved her to the center of the bed. Our bed, he thought, grinding against her again. He ended up kneeling between her legs; slowly he unbuttoned her dress shirt, alternately placing kisses and nips as he worked his way down. Each and every moan and shudder of her body spurred him on.
She was wearing a red lace bra that contrasted nicely with her skin and made her look delicious. A growl slipped out of his throat as she arched up into the kiss he placed between her breasts; her fingers combing through his hair. Logan released the front closure of her bra then went to work on the skirt that was bunched around Veronica's mid thigh.
"You're wearing…too many…clothes." Veronica moaned as he took one of her perfect pink nipples into his mouth. Her fingers gathered the top of his shirt and worked it up his torso; finally he had to release her pebbled nipple to let her pull the shirt over his head. The feel of her hot bare thighs against his sides had Logan feeling feral, but he wanted to take this slow. He was determined to take it slow. He sucked in a sharp breath as she squeezed him closer to her. With what little brainpower he had left, he pulled the side zipper of her skirt and shimmied it down her hips and legs, leaving kisses across every new piece of skin that was exposed.
After kissing his way down her legs, Logan leaned back and admired the sight of Veronica in just a red lace thong that matched the bra that hung open by her sides. Without breaking eye contact, he hooked his fingers in the sides of the thong and slipped it down the same way he had her skirt. Veronica was panting loudly and gripping the comforter; he could tell she was trying not to writhe but it was a battle she was losing one kiss at a time. He reached her feet, tossed the lace aside, grabbed her feet, and placed them on the bed. He then spread her wide, exposing her completely to him.
Logan couldn't hold in his groan of appreciation as he gazed at her spread out before him, panting, flushed, and unbelievably beautiful. He worked his way back up her legs and, without pause, lapped at her, wanting to drown in her scent and taste. He took her in until she thrust against his mouth and loudly called out his name. He sucked until Veronica begged him to stop then he climbed back up her body so he was kneeling between her legs again and surged into her. He held her tightly to him and drew her limp form up into his lap and against his chest. Logan kissed her gently, sliding his lips lazily against hers while keeping her hips fitted to his, loving feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm massage his cock.
Logan held Veronica to him, kissing her softly until he felt her take back control; when she deliberately rotated her hips against him to let him know she had recovered enough, he gave a short thrust. Veronica gasped and threw her head back, which was all the encouragement Logan needed. He kissed and bit up and down her neck and collarbone, focusing on each of her sweet spots, while keeping his thrusts short until she started to beg for more. He drove into her deep and hard until her clenching muscles made him come with her.
Completely spent, Logan held Veronica to his chest, "I love you so much." He kissed her temple, "When our legs work again, let's go get some of your stuff and bring it home."
Veronica smiled up at him with unfocused eyes, "Mmm…yes. To our home."
"Yeah…our home."
The next morning Veronica sat at her desk at work, deliciously sore and exhausted. Logan had been so eager to get Veronica officially moved in that, after making love to her, he had insisted they go and pack up whatever would fit in the Range Rover. Packing apparently was a big turn on for Logan, as was unpacking and waking up together. Veronica shifted in her office chair, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Maybe I'll beg out early and go home to use that great bathtub. She thought, while continuing to try to find a comfortable position.
"Veronica, you've got a call," the secretary called from outside Veronica's office.
"Thanks, Susan," Veronica replied before accepting the call.
"Veronica Mars," she answered briskly, reaching for her notebook.
"Veronica? Finally, I've been trying to reach you." The familiar voice of Leo D'Amato came over the line.
"Well, Leo, most people get the hint when someone doesn't return their—" she reached for her cell phone and checked the call log, "—eighteen calls. If I wanted to talk to you I would have called you back."
"Did you listen to my voicemails?" he asked, desperation plain in his voice.
"The first five or so, yes. But Leo, nothing has changed. Hmm…that's not true. A lot has changed, but my decision hasn't," Veronica said firmly.
"Well if you'd listened to the last few you'd know I have to come down and testify to the previous stalking and Piz's violation of the deal he made with our DA here. I want to see you; I want to stay with you while I'm there giving my deposition. Please, we can still work this out. Give me the chance to convince you to come home, to our home."
"I have a new home now Leo," Veronica said, trying not to let her temper get the best of her. It was bad enough she had to hear this from her dad, and she knew it would only get worse when she told him her change of address.
"That crappy apartment! That's not a home."
"No Leo. I moved out of that place. I…I met someone. I moved—I'm moving in with him." Well, shit. Looks like my lack of impulse control just earned me an awkward conversation with dear old dad sooner rather than later.
"Met someone!? You just moved! How could you have—Echolls?" Leo's voice sounded devastated and then angry. "You don't even know him."
"Yes, I moved in with Logan. And I don't want you to stay with us while you're here; get the DA to put you up somewhere."
"You don't even know him!" he said more forcefully. "You gave up on us; he's just some rebound."
"Please stop. I'm not going back to Portland. Find someone who wants what you want."
"I love you, Veronica."
"But I don't love you, Leo. You're a nice guy; go find someone who wants the same things that you do. That's just not me." Veronica sighed, trying to keep her frustration at bay.
"And Echolls wants what you want? Do you even know what you want?" The anger was back in his voice.
"I do, and he does. He listens when I tell him what I'm thinking and feeling. You only ever told me what was wrong with what I was thinking and feeling. And my time as Piz's hostage only drove that point home. Have you seen the report? Do you know what he said to me?"
"I read it and I've listened to the audio," Leo replied, defeat lacing his words.
"Good. Then you know that not only was that a horrible experience for me, but Piz used a few of your favorite lines. 'I know you're damaged Veronica, but I can fix you' or my other favorite 'Let me make love to you, I know what you need'. Did it ever occur to you that I knew what I needed and that maybe you should have asked?" Veronica was fuming now.
"It's different, Veronica. I love you." Leo pled.
"You know what? Piz thinks he loves me too. But you know what else? He's delusional. What's your excuse for treating me like this?"
"I didn't, I don't. Veronica, what are you talking about?"
"Logan has never once treated me like there was something wrong with me. And he sure as hell doesn't tell me what I need. He asks and then he gives. My god, you probably have no idea what I'm even talking about." Veronica sighed with frustration and pushed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "Forget it, Leo. I'm done with this conversation. I appreciate that you'll be coming down to testify for the prosecution against Piz. I really do. But you and me? We are over. We will interact only as far as is necessary for the case and professionally."
"No! Veronica you have to give me another chance. What if I got a transfer?"
"I didn't leave because I didn't like Portland, Leo. I left because I was miserable. Please let this go and move on. I have and I'm happy for the first time in years. You deserve that too."
"I can't be happy without you." Leo's voice was forlorn.
"And I can't be happy with you. Move on Leo. Stop calling me. Stop asking my dad to talk to me about you. I'm not going to change my mind." With that, she hung up the phone.
While Veronica had been talking to Leo, she had been writing down all of his contact information in her notebook. As soon as she finished she went out to see Susan. "Susan, I need you to screen my calls. If another call comes in from any of these numbers," she handed over the sheet of paper, "I need you to tell them I'm unavailable and take a message."
"Okay, Veronica. Is everything okay? I could sorta hear," Susan asked, concern lining her face.
"Yeah I'm fine. Or I will be. An ex is just having a hard time accepting reality and letting go." Veronica let out a frustrated sigh. "Actually Susan, can you let everyone know I'm not feeling well? I'm going home for the rest of the day."
"You got it. Feel better, Veronica," Susan called brightly with a wink.
Logan checked his tie one last time in the reflection of the Range Rover's heavily tinted windows. There was no getting around this meeting, despite the fact that it was ruining the high he'd been riding since Veronica had agreed to move in with him. But Logan's twenty-fifth birthday was less than six months away, and if he wanted to continue to have access to his trust and to have the final tier released to him, he would have to endure a series of very personal and probing meetings with the trustees. Not for the first time, Logan wished he had an irrevocable trust. Unfortunately, what he had was a trust that was lorded over by his abusive and manipulative father. Fortunately, in more recent years Logan had only had to deal with the manipulative side.
Logan shook out his hands and then reached for the door to enter the restaurant. This meeting was supposed to include Ari, bean counter to the stars, but at the last minute he hadn't been able to fly up with Aaron. So, for the first time in more than six years, Logan was sitting down with his father without any kind of buffer.
Aaron stood and waved from a table in the middle of the trendy lunch spot. This wasn't the kind of place Logan liked to frequent, but it wasn't like he'd been given much of a choice.
"Hello, Son!" Aaron held his arms open, expecting a hug, while Logan held out his hand. Aaron looked chagrined, but lowered his arms and shook Logan's hand.
"Hi, Dad. How's making money off the opinion-less masses treating you?"
"You tell me, Son. How is it treating you?" Aaron asked sharply, his pretend dad shtick gone.
"Pretty good, I suppose. Business is booming." Logan bared his teeth in something resembling a smile.
"So Ari tells me. Seems like you're actually supporting yourself with that ridiculous business of yours. I suppose that's good; it means your trust will last and I won't have to bail you out like I have your sister."
"How is old Trix doing?" Logan asked, flicking a lemon seed out of his water.
"You know your sister. She has no direction. She's in Europe doing some kind of cleanse or whatever." Aaron grinned menacingly at Logan. "You find a lot of need for cleanses in your line of work, Son?"
Logan smiled blandly, ignoring his father's comment, and looked down at the lunch menu. Of course Aaron would pick a place with an emphasis on seafood; it was a damned oyster bar. This is what I get for not doing a Yelp search before agreeing to a restaurant. Almost everything on the menu had shellfish. Logan abruptly dropped the menu. "Let's cut the crap. Either you still can't remember or don't care, but I can't eat anything they serve here. So rather than drag this out, let's deal with the agenda and then I can go grab a taco from the truck down the street."
Aaron frowned, looking down at the menu with confusion.
"Can't remember it is. I'm allergic to shellfish." Aaron continued to look confused. "Seriously!? We've had this discussion more than once. Even if I order something without shellfish in it…" Logan pulled his napkin off his lap and threw it on the floor. "You know what, never mind—I'm out of here. Next time, get a reservation somewhere I won't need an EpiPen followed by a trip to the hospital to eat at." Logan pushed up from the table.
"You know the rules, Son. You see me, or you are in violation of the terms of your trust. You wouldn't want to lose that precious house of yours or that ridiculous shop, now would you?" Aaron hissed out.
"I saw you; you saw me. I'm outta here. This is why I don't meet you without one of the others. I'm not some twelve-year-old anymore."
"If I remember right, I could still get the best of you at seventeen. Think you could take your old man? You're looking pretty fit for a fairy."
"Careful Dad, someone might hear you." Logan turned on his heel and left the restaurant, ignoring the stares of most of the other patrons. Before he was even outside, he'd pulled up the contact information of the other trustees and begun drafting an email to let them know he had attended the meeting but that his father had been uncooperative. Logan then sent a text to Aaron's publicist, warning her that Aaron had called him a fairy in public; she might want to get ahead of that. The last thing Logan wanted was to be on Page Six. Should have thought of that before I stormed out of a restaurant. Guess I inherited some of their dramatic flare…oh well.
Maybe Veronica can take off early and we can move some more of her stuff in. Logan smiled to himself as he climbed in his SUV.
Veronica had just finished putting in the security code when her cell phone vibrated in her pocket. It was a text from Logan wanting to know if she could leave work early. She smiled and replied that she was pretty sure she could do that, and then followed it up with a short grocery list for him. She wanted to call her dad before Logan got back and anticipated that a trip to the store would buy her enough time.
She headed back to their bedroom and quickly changed into a light camisole and soft lounge pants. She grabbed her phone and decided to take it out on the balcony, hoping that the view and fire table would help her to keep her cool with her father. The newly installed wall of pre-grown lattice was a bonus. Veronica had refused to do more than sit out there until Logan put in some means of keeping people from seeing them from the street or building next door. The full green leaves made the sitting area all but invisible to anyone not in a helicopter.
She turned on the gas fire table from the app Logan had installed on her phone and then selected her dad's number and waited for him to answer.
"Keith Mars." His confident voice resonated in Veronica's ear.
"Hey Dad."
"Honey! I'm so glad you called. Did you talk to Leo? He said he was going to call you today." He sounded so excited. Veronica had mentioned that she was dating but she hadn't been very forthcoming with any of the details and he hadn't asked. What did surprise her about his statement was that he didn't seem aware that she hadn't been taking Leo's calls until that day, which of course hadn't been voluntary.
"Um…yeah I did talk to him…Dad we need to—"
"Veronica, he's really looking forward to getting to come down and see you. I know you've been upset about everything that happened with Piz, but I think you'll feel so much better after Leo gets there. He's so excited about staying with you. I know he's really missed you," he said warmly.
"About that. I feel fine about what happened with Piz. Leo isn't going to make me feel better. I um…you know I've been seeing someone." Veronica tried to keep her voice steady.
"What does that mean?"
"Well, it means what I said. I've been seeing someone, you know dating? And Leo isn't staying with me because I'm in the process of moving." Veronica heard the alarm chirp. She stood up from the outdoor couch and waved to Logan as he walked into the kitchen. He smiled broadly and turned to put things away in the refrigerator.
The first few weeks after Logan had rescued her from Piz, Veronica had been hesitant about the direction of their relationship but Logan had been persistent without being overbearing. And eventually Veronica had realized she was being a fool. Who wouldn't want to be with Logan? She knew it was just her fear that he would lose interest in her. Several months later there was no sign of that happening.
Veronica felt a warmth spread through her body as she thought of just how interested in her Logan was.
"Moving? I thought you liked that apartment."
Veronica blew out a harsh breath at coming back to the reality of the conversation. Clearly her dad hadn't been listening to much of what she'd said over the last few weeks, or in this talk either. "I did like it and then Piz broke in, hid cameras, recorded my most private moments, tied me up and tried to convince me that the only way I'd ever be loved was by him. So, you know, the place kind of lost its charm."
She heard his harsh intake of breath. "I guess when you put it like that, I understand your desire to find a different place. What did you find?"
Veronica cleared her throat. "I didn't so much find a place as I'm moving in with someone." All this dancing around the subject was wearing heavily on her. She heard the door click, and moments later felt Logan snuggle in behind her, his warm soft lips pressing against the column of her neck.
"You found a roommate, that's great. I never really liked the idea of you living alone."
Veronica suppressed a groan, "I didn't find a roommate; I've been dating someone and now I've moved in with him. I moved in with my boyfriend, Dad." Her proclamation was met with silence on the phone, and more soft kisses and a tighter embrace from Logan. She leaned her head back against his shoulder giving him access to more of her neck.
"You didn't mention that you were dating, Veronica. What's going on? You're acting very strange."
"I have mentioned it. I've been seeing Logan for a few months. Alicia and I talk about him all the time. Anyway, it's not like I joined a cult; I moved in with my boyfriend. I have a new address, which I will email you later. And I'm happy." She could feel Logan practically vibrating behind her, kissing from the edge of one shoulder over to the other as she spoke. Rather than risk her dad hearing them move from playful to more, Veronica ended that call and tossed her phone to the end of the couch. There was nothing her father could say right now that wouldn't upset her, and all she wanted was to get lost in Logan.
"Yelena, did she tell you when the article would be coming out?" the gruff voice asked.
"Yes, she said she would be submitting it today and it should come out in the next edition," Yelena replied, biting her lip nervously.
"Excellent. We can finally be rid of those abominable sheep brothers."
"I think you mean Lamb."
"Sheep…Lamb, no matter. So long as they are gone. And what of Diller? Did he get what we asked for?"
"Yes, he delivered the jump drive to me earlier today."
"Did you watch it? Is it what he said?"
Yelena cleared her throat. "Yes, Uncle. It is everything he said it was." And more…
"Then we are almost done. You know who to send it to, da?"
"I do. She promised to send me the link to the article as soon as it's released. I will send the video file as soon as I hear from her."
"You've done well. Go celebrate. We'll speak again soon."
Yelena ended that call and curled up on her bed, feeling anything but good about what she had done and what she must do next.
After making love on their now completely private balcony, Veronica had headed back to their shared home office. Logan sat in the leather reclining chair that had been in Veronica's living room just the day before. It made a surprisingly good addition to the office. Logan could recline in it with his laptop and just watch Veronica's adorable head tilts and whispers as she edited her article.
Logan was deep into his own writing, a scene of Vivian Lester organizing her notes and stumbling across a clue, when Veronica declared, "Sent!" She then pulled the laptop out of his hands and took its place. She snuggled into his arms and kissed along his jaw until Logan turned to meet her lips.
He kissed her deeply and shifted her small frame until she was straddling him and kissed her quickly on the tip of her nose. "What do you want for dinner?"
Veronica quirked her lips in a half smile, "Does the Red Tavern deliver? I'm in the mood for Russian."
A/N: Many thanks go to Bondopoulos and Marshmallowtasha for their beta-tastic-ness and for many fun discussion about where this story is going. And I can't say enough how much all of you reading, commenting, follow, favoriting, subscribing (you get the idea) keep me motivated. I'm having so much fun with this little (not so little anymore I guess) AU world and I have a lot planned for them. So thank you for coming on this journey with me and I can't wait to hear what you all think. Side note: I'm not 100% certain about my posting schedule for this but probably about once a week.