I wake to sunlight streaming through curtains. My body feels loose. Rested. Happy.

The business trip is over. We're home.

Alexander sits at the desk, already dressed, reviewing documents.

"Morning." His smile is warm. "Slept well?"

"Like the dead." I stretch. "What time is it?"

"Almost noon." He sets down his papers. "I'm giving you the day off. Compensatory rest for the overtime."

"Really?"

"Really. What do you want to do?"

The answer comes ...