There was a place for everything
When Page B. Harrington found a cheeky message on her answering machine, she smelled a rat. Christopher O. Battle, a nationally syndicated columnist, was challenging her to organize him, But she knew the highly irreverent Mr. Battle really wanted to lampoon professional organizers.
At their initial meeting Page did itch to unclutter his apartment, but she resisted the urge. However, Chris's very well organized body posed a different kind of temptation ...and Page developed another kind of itch. Before she knew it, she was falling in love. But then she remembered his sweat socks hanging on the doorknob.