The Monday after the wedding, Izzy woke up to fifty-three emails, twelve missed calls, and Alex already gone.
She found him in the kitchen, on the phone, looking stressed.
"I understand, but we need those permits by Friday or the entire project stalls... Yes, I know it's bureaucracy, but..." He saw Izzy and held up one finger. "Let me call you back."
He hung up. "Morning."
"You said you were taking the week off."
"I am. Mostly. Just one call."
"That was one call?"
"Okay, three calls. But the housing project in the Bronx is facing permit issues and......"
Izzy kissed him to shut him up. "Delegate. You have staff for this."
"I know, but....."
"Alex. Remember what you promised? About not disappearing into work?"
He exhaled. "You're right. I'll have Sophie handle it."
"Thank you."
