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Stephen carried the bags of food, though Zoe hadn’t been happy about it. “If I were to take you on a date, this is what I would do. I want to show you that I respect you,” he said.
“But I can do it myself. Not to mention that you’re the one with the boot,” she grumbled.
“I know you are very capable, but that’s not the point.”
She cast a curious look his way. “Then what is the point?”
“That I want to do something nice for you. So just let me. Please.” He hadn’t meant for the last part to sound as pathetic as it had, but it had the desired effect. Zoe stopped throwing grumpy looks his way, and instead seemed to be in deep thought as they walked back toward the park. Man, they had been all over town. It was a good thing his foot was starting to feel better, though it wasn’t as painles
