Page 82 - The Love Hypothesis

blinked, wondering if she was seeing things, 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 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.”