The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

“Send me that recording immediately,” he murmured at
her. She nodded, and he turned to the elderly man who’d just
approached them. “We need to talk. Privately. Your office?”
The other man looked shocked and offended, but he nodded
stiffly. Behind him, Tom was making a fuss, and Adam
clenched his jaw. “Keep him away from me.” He turned to
Olive before leaving, bending closer to her and lowering his
voice. His palm was warm against her elbow.
“I am going to take care of this,” he told her. There was
something determined, earnest in his eyes. Olive had never felt
safer, or more loved. “And then I’ll come find you, and I’ll
take care of you.”