The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
canopy. He took a sip of his chamomile tea, and it made hersmile.“Hey,” she said, “I have an idea. Are you going to the fallbiosciences picnic?”He nodded. “I have to. I’m on the biology department’ssocial-and-networking committee.”She laughed out loud. “No way.”“Yep.”“Did you actually sign up for it?”“It’s service. I was forced to rotate into the position.”“Ah. That sounds . . . fun.” She winced sympathetically,almost laughing again at his appalled expression. “Well, I’mgoing, too. Dr. Aslan makes us all go, says it promotesbonding among lab mates. Do you make your grads go?”“No. I have other, more productive ways of making mygrads miserable.”She chuckled. He was funny, in that weird, dark way of his.“I bet you do. Well, here’s my idea: we should hang whenwe’re there. In front of the department chair—since he’s‘monitoring.’ I’ll bat my eyelashes at you; he’ll see that we’rebasically one step away from marriage. Then he’ll make aquick phone call and a truck will drive up and unload yourresearch funds in cash right there in front of—”“Hey, man!”A blond man approached Adam. Olive fell silent as Adamturned to smile at him and exchanged a handshake—a closebros handshake. She blinked, wondering if she was seeingthings, and took a sip of her latte.“I thought you’d sleep in,” Adam was saying.
“The time difference screwed me up. I figured I might aswell come to campus and get to work. Something to eat, too.You have no food, man.”“There are apples in the kitchen.”“Right. No food.”Olive took a step back, ready to excuse herself, when theblond man turned his attention to her. He looked eerilyfamiliar, even though she was certain she had never met himbefore.“And who’s this?” he asked curiously. His eyes were a verypiercing blue.“This is Olive,” Adam said. There was a beat after hername, in which he should have probably specified how heknew Olive. He did not, and she really couldn’t blame him fornot wanting to feed their fake-dating crap to someone who wasclearly a good friend. She just kept her smile in place and letAdam continue. “Olive, this is my collaborator—”“Dude.” The man pretended to bristle. “Introduce me asyour friend.”Adam rolled his eyes, clearly amused. “Olive, this is myfriend and collaborator. Dr. Tom Benton.”
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- Page 116 and 117: pitch her voice. “Or do you maybe
- Page 118 and 119: Cherie just standing there, chattin
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canopy. He took a sip of his chamomile tea, and it made her
smile.
“Hey,” she said, “I have an idea. Are you going to the fall
biosciences picnic?”
He nodded. “I have to. I’m on the biology department’s
social-and-networking committee.”
She laughed out loud. “No way.”
“Yep.”
“Did you actually sign up for it?”
“It’s service. I was forced to rotate into the position.”
“Ah. That sounds . . . fun.” She winced sympathetically,
almost laughing again at his appalled expression. “Well, I’m
going, too. Dr. Aslan makes us all go, says it promotes
bonding among lab mates. Do you make your grads go?”
“No. I have other, more productive ways of making my
grads miserable.”
She chuckled. He was funny, in that weird, dark way of his.
“I bet you do. Well, here’s my idea: we should hang when
we’re there. In front of the department chair—since he’s
‘monitoring.’ I’ll bat my eyelashes at you; he’ll see that we’re
basically one step away from marriage. Then he’ll make a
quick phone call and a truck will drive up and unload your
research funds in cash right there in front of—”
“Hey, man!”
A blond man approached Adam. Olive fell silent as Adam
turned to smile at him and exchanged a handshake—a close
bros handshake. She blinked, wondering if she was seeing
things, and took a sip of her latte.
“I thought you’d sleep in,” Adam was saying.
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