Page 110 - The Love Hypothesis

know nothing about him, and I’d like to know at least something. “No, he

doesn’t. I think it would be against regulations if he did.”
“God.” Greg slammed his palm against the edge of the bench, making
her jump. “He’s such a dick. What a sadistic piece of shit.”

Olive opened her mouth to—to do what, precisely? To defend Adam?
He was a dick. She had seen him be a dick. In full action. Maybe not

recently, and maybe not to her, but if she’d wanted to count on her fingers
the number of acquaintances who’d ended up in tears because of him,

well . . . She would need both her hands, and then her toes. Maybe borrow
some of Chase’s, too.

“Did he say why, at least? What you have to change?”
“Everything. He wants me to change my control condition and add
another one, which is going to make the project ten times more time-

consuming. And the way he said it, his air of superiority—he is so
arrogant.”

Well. It was no news, really. Olive scratched her temple, trying not to
sigh. “It sucks. I’m sorry,” she repeated once more, at a loss for anything

better and genuinely feeling for Greg.
“Yeah, well.” He stood and walked around his bench, coming to a stop

in front of Olive. “You should be.”
She froze. Surely she must have misheard. “Excuse me?”
“You’re his girlfriend.”

“I . . .” Really am not. But. Even if she had been. “Greg, I’m only dating
him. I am not him. How would I have anything to do with—”

“You’re fine with all of this. With him acting like that—like an asshole
on a power trip. You don’t give a shit about the way he treats everyone in

the program, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to stomach being with him.”
At his tone, she took a step back.

Chase lifted his hands in a peacekeeping gesture, coming to stand
between them. “Hey, now. Let’s not—”
“I’m not the one who failed you, Greg.”

“Maybe. But you don’t care that half of the department lives in terror of
your boyfriend, either.”