The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

He rolled his tongue inside his cheek, as if thinking
carefully about his words. “There is a chance that I’ll be
moving to Boston.”
She blinked at him, confused. Moving? He’d be moving?
“What?” No. What was he saying? Adam was not going to
leave Stanford, right? He’d never been—the flight risk had
never been real. Right?
Except he’d never said that. Olive thought back to their
conversations, and—he’d complained about the department
withholding his research funds, about them suspecting that he
was going to leave, about the assumptions people had made
because of his collaboration with Tom, but . . . he’d never said
that they were wrong. He’d said that the frozen funds had been
earmarked for research—for the current year. That’s why he’d
wanted them released as soon as possible.
“Harvard,” she whispered, feeling incredibly stupid.
“You’re moving to Harvard.”
“It’s not decided yet.” His hand was still wrapped around
her neck, thumb swiping back and forth across the pulse at the
base of her throat. “I’ve been asked to interview, but there’s no
official offer.”
“When? When will you interview?” she asked, but didn’t
really need his answer. It was all starting to make sense in her
head. “Tomorrow. You’re not going home.” He’d never said he
would. He’d only told her he’d be leaving the conference
early. Oh God. Stupid, Olive. Stupid. “You’re going to
Harvard. To interview for the rest of the week.”
“It was the only way to avoid making the department even
more suspicious,” he explained. “The conference was a good
cover.”
She nodded. It wasn’t good—it was perfect. And God, she
felt nauseous. And weak-kneed, even lying down. “They’ll
offer you the position,” she murmured, even though he must