Page 47 - The Love Hypothesis

“And what will Anh and what’s-his-face do?”

Olive stopped pacing. “Uh?”
“Won’t your friends feel bad about dating if they think we’re not
together? Or that you lied to them?”

She hadn’t thought of that. “I— Maybe. Maybe, but—”
It was true that Anh had seemed happy. Maybe she had already invited

Jeremy to accompany her to that movie festival—possibly right after telling
him about Olive and Carlsen, damn her. But this was exactly what Olive

had wanted.
“Are you going to tell her the truth?”

She let out a panicked sound. “I can’t. Not now.” God, why did Olive
ever agree to date Jeremy? She wasn’t even into him. Yes, the Irish accent
and the ginger hair were cute, but not worth any of this. “Maybe we can tell

people that I broke up with you?”
“That’s very flattering,” Dr. Carlsen deadpanned. She couldn’t quite

figure out if he was joking.
“Fine. We can say that you broke up with me.”

“Because that sounds credible,” he said drily, almost below his breath.
She was not sure she’d heard him correctly and had no idea what he might

mean, but she was starting to feel very upset. Fine, she had been the one to
kiss him first—God, she’d kissed Adam Carlsen; this was her life; these
were her choices—but his actions in the break room the day before surely

hadn’t helped matters. He could at least display some concern. There was
no way he was okay with everyone believing that he was attracted to some

random girl with one point five publications—yes, that paper she had
revised and resubmitted three weeks ago counted as half.

“What if we tell people that it was a mutual breakup?”
He nodded. “Sounds good.”

Olive perked up. “Really? Great, then! We’ll—”
“We could ask Cherie to add it to the departmental newsletter.”
“What?”

“Or do you think a public announcement before seminar would be
better?”