There aren't enough labeled glass containers to contain the mess that is Ali Morris's life. Her mum died two years ago, then her husband left, and she hasn't worn pants with a zipper in longer than she cares to remember. She's a professional organiser whose pantry is a disgrace. No one is more surprised than Ali when the first time she takes off her wedding ring and puts on pants with hardware - overalls count, right? - she meets someone. Or rather, her dog claims a man for her in the same way he claimed his favourite of her three children: by peeing on him. Ethan smiles at Ali like her pants are just right -like he likes what he sees. The last thing Ali needs is to make her life messier, but there's no harm in a little summer romance. Is there?