The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

“What? No.”
“Because that’s what people are saying.”
“I’m not on Tinder.”
“Is Carlsen?”
No. Maybe. Yes? Olive massaged her temples. “Who’s
saying that we met on Tinder?”
“Actually, rumor’s that they met on Craigslist,” Malcolm
said distractedly, waving at someone. She followed his gaze
and noticed that he was staring at Holden Rodrigues—who
appeared to be smiling and waving back.
Olive frowned. Then she parsed what Malcolm had just
said. “Craigslist?”
Malcolm shrugged. “Not saying that I believed it.”
“Who are people? And why are they even talking about
us?”
Anh reached up to pat Olive on the shoulder. “Don’t worry,
the gossip about you and Carlsen died down after Dr. Moss
and Sloane had that very public argument about people
disposing of blood samples in the ladies’ restroom. Well, for
the most part. Hey.”
She sat up and wrapped an arm around Olive, pulling her in
for an embrace. She smelled like coconut. Stupid, stupid
sunscreen.
“Chill. I know some people have been weird about this, but
Jeremy and Malcolm and I are just happy for you, Ol.” Anh
smiled at her reassuringly, and Olive felt herself relax. “Mostly
that you’re finally getting laid.”