He watched as Savannah picked up his tie from the floor and then strode over to the walk-in closet to hang it with the rest of his collectionin all, thirty ties of varying hues and patterns.For a moment he wanted to go over and snatch the tie rack from her hand and dump all the ties on the floor.Just once he wanted the room to be mussed, to be scattered, to be lived in.Of course, such a chaotic state would totally unnerve Savannah, a stickler for everything in its place.

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