TWENTY-FOUR
“I don’t get how there can be a s*x contract,” Robbie said.
Sitting in a sort of circle in the living room around a bunch of wood and cardboard, Tally and the guys were trying to figure out how to build the bookcase she’d bought. She’d started to garner a collection of books and there was space behind the front door for some shelves, so she figured this piece of furniture was as good a start as any in making the place more her own.
During her days at the garage when she wasn’t doing her paperwork or answering calls, the guys didn’t mind her reading. It brought her comfort and that was in short supply these days.
“It wasn’t a s*x contract,” she said. “I guess it’s more like a prenup… but without the nup… It’s a pre-affair contract, I guess, with NDA and all that.”
It had be
