The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

“The time difference screwed me up. I figured I might as
well 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 the
blond man turned his attention to her. He looked eerily
familiar, even though she was certain she had never met him
before.
“And who’s this?” he asked curiously. His eyes were a very
piercing blue.
“This is Olive,” Adam said. There was a beat after her
name, in which he should have probably specified how he
knew Olive. He did not, and she really couldn’t blame him for
not wanting to feed their fake-dating crap to someone who was
clearly a good friend. She just kept her smile in place and let
Adam continue. “Olive, this is my collaborator—”
“Dude.” The man pretended to bristle. “Introduce me as
your friend.”
Adam rolled his eyes, clearly amused. “Olive, this is my
friend and collaborator. Dr. Tom Benton.”