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“No telling people I bought you.”

“You did buy me.”

“No sexual comments.”

“That’s definitely unreasonable.”

“Ryder.”

“If I’m supposed to convince your ex we’re fucking, I can’t act like I’m taking you to Bible study.”

My face heats. “We don’t have to convince him we’re…that.”

“Then what are we convincing him of?”

“That we’re dating.”

He stares at me. “You know people who date usually want to fuck each other, right?”

“Thank you. I’m familiar with the concept.”

“Just checking.”

“Rule seven. No lying to each other.”

That gets a pause. Then he nods. “Fine.”

I close the notebook. “That’s it.”

“Seven rules.”

“Yes.”

“For fake dating.”

“Yes.”

“For one wedding.”

“Yes.”

He considers me. “You’ve put less thought into actual relationships, haven’t you?”

I glare. “Do you agree or not?”

He holds out his hand. “Deal.”

I stare at it. “You want to shake on it?”

“Unless you have another rule about hand contact.”

I slap my hand into his and his fingers close around mine. They’re warm. Rough. Too big.

He doesn’t release me immediately but his thumb brushes once over my knuckles.

“Careful,” he says.

“About what?”