Page 90 - The Love Hypothesis
P. 90

“Here’s the deal. I’m going to give you two weeks to write up a report

                on everything you’ve been doing so far—protocols, findings, challenges. In
                two weeks, send me the report and I’ll make a decision based on it. Does
                that sound feasible?”

                    She grinned, nodding enthusiastically.  “Yes!” She could absolutely do
                that. She’d need to pull the intro from one of her papers, the methods from

                her lab protocols, the preliminary data from that grant she’d applied for and
                not won. And she’d have to rerun some of her analyses—just to make sure

                that the report was absolutely flawless for Tom. It would be lots of work in
                little time, but who needed sleep? Or bathroom breaks?

                    “Great.  In  the  meantime  I’ll  see  you  around  and  we  can  chat  more.
                Adam and I will be joined at the hip for a couple of weeks, since we’re
                working on that grant we just got. Are you coming to my talk tomorrow?”

                    Olive had no idea he was giving a talk, let alone when or where, but she
                said  “Of  course!  Can’t  wait!”  with  the  certainty  of  someone  who  had

                installed a countdown widget on her smartphone.
                    “And I’m staying with Adam, so I’ll see you at his place.”

                    Oh no. “Um . . .” She risked a glance at Adam, who was unreadable.
                “Sure. Though we usually meet at my place, so . . .”

                    “I  see.  You  disapprove  of  his  taxidermy  collection,  don’t  you?”  Tom
                stood with a smirk. “Excuse me. I’ll get some coffee and be right back.”
                    The second he was gone, Olive instantly turned to Adam. Now that they

                were alone there were about ten million topics for them to debrief on, but
                the only thing she could think of was, “Do you really collect taxidermied

                animals?”
                    He  gave  her  a  scathing  look  and  took  his  arm  away  from  around  her

                shoulders. She felt cold all of a sudden. Bereft.
                    “I’m sorry. I had no idea he was your friend, or that you two had a grant

                together. You do such different research, the possibility didn’t even cross
                my mind.”
                    “You did mention that you don’t believe cancer researchers can benefit

                from collaborating with computational modelists.”
   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95