The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

“Yeah, well.” He stood and walked around his bench,
coming to a stop in front of Olive. “You should be.”
She froze. Surely she must have misheard. “Excuse me?”
“You’re his girlfriend.”
“I . . .” Really am not. But. Even if she had been. “Greg,
I’m only dating him. I am not him. How would I have
anything to do with—”
“You’re fine with all of this. With him acting like that—
like an asshole on a power trip. You don’t give a shit about the
way he treats everyone in the program, otherwise you
wouldn’t be able to stomach being with him.”
At his tone, she took a step back.
Chase lifted his hands in a peacekeeping gesture, coming to
stand between them. “Hey, now. Let’s not—”
“I’m not the one who failed you, Greg.”
“Maybe. But you don’t care that half of the department
lives in terror of your boyfriend, either.”
Olive felt anger bubbling up. “That is not true. I am able to
separate my professional relationships and my personal
feelings for him—”
“Because you don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself.”
“That is unfair. What am I supposed to do?”
“Get him to stop failing people.”
“Get him—” Olive sputtered. “Greg, how is this a rational
response for you to have about Adam’s failing you—”
“Ah. Adam, is it?”
She gritted her teeth. “Yes. Adam. What should I call my
boyfriend to better please you? Professor Carlsen?”