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Stephen grabbed the check from the waitress as Zoe finished the last couple of bites of her omelet.
“Hey, I said I was paying,” she said, her words muffled by the food still in her mouth.
“No, you asked if I wanted to go to breakfast, but you never said anything about money.”
Zoe swallowed. “It’s a business meeting, so it comes out of my budget. It’s not a big deal.”
“But you agreed to not talk business during the meal, so how could it be classified as a meeting?” he asked.
Zoe rolled her eyes, but she gave him a half-smile while she did it. It made Stephen wish they weren’t on opposite sides of the boxing ring they’d created for themselves.
“Fine,” she said, waving her fork at him. “You win.”
He gave a nod of satisfaction. After he had paid, they walked outside, and he was nearl
