He held out his hand. “So, are we fake married or not?”

Nichole placed her hand in his. Her voice firm and determined. “We’re in a business arrangement.”

“We’ve been friends too long to ink our marriage with a handshake.” And because he’d never quite learned to heed his chances, he stood and tugged her toward him. “Let’s seal the deal correctly.”

His arms wrapped around her waist, he leaned forward, almost catching that hint of an adrenaline rush. Her eyes closed, her long eyelashes fanned across her tinted cheeks, her face softened. And that chance tripped Chase up. He completed a successful hook route, shifting at the last second, and pressed his lips against her forehead.

A reminder to himself their marriage was only a sham. Hearts were not included in any deal. And all adrenaline rushes were best avoided.