<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>A fake date wasn't the craziest thing she'd ever done. But when she demanded a contract with benefits he gave her skyrocket returns.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>&nbsp;</strong></p><p>By day Wendy Travis is a stone-cold-accurate proofreader of contracts for individuals whose deeds bend toward the peculiar. By night she's the out-of-date fashionista president of the Manhattan Knitters' Club. The club's motto: What happens at knit club stays at knit club!</p><p><br></p><p>When the new upstairs neighbor interrupts her sleep with his nocturnal shenanigans she's suddenly not so accurate in her job. With the backup of her knitting friends she confronts Mr. Can't Keep It In His Pants.</p><p><br></p><p>Land developer Jackson Adler is in the wrong place at the...right time. When a posse of tiara-wearing needle-wielding misfits-including one very animated very sexy and slightly tipsy woman-mistake him for the tenant of Apartment 5C he doesn't correct their error. Instead he suggests a <em>quid pro quo</em> agreement. He'll pipe down if Wendy agrees to buy him at an upcoming bachelor-auction...on his dime of course.</p><p><br></p><p>Wendy counters wither her own <em>quid pro quo</em> offer because she intends to find out if those late-night moans and squeals of pleasure are fake-or stone-cold accurate responses.</p><p><br></p><p><strong>Conventional?</strong> No. <strong>Worthwhile?</strong> Time will tell.</p>