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Zane was sure he’d get a kiss out of Kristen by the end of their date. She could argue all she wanted, it was a date. If she required a kiss to prove it, he’d happily fulfill that request.
He almost kissed her on the sidewalk, but he wanted the kiss to be her idea. She was on board in that moment, and he had all dinner to convince her that kissing him was a great idea. He would.
They were shown to a table right away, tucked at the back of the restaurant. Zane held out her chair and let his hand linger on her back when he pushed her seat in. She peered up at him from beneath her lashes. He couldn’t tell if she was annoyed or confused by him, but it bothered him. He should expect a man to treat her the way he was. With respect. It was common decency.
“Thank you,” she said as he sat.
