Page 202 - The Love Hypothesis

Chapter Fourteen

HYPOTHESIS: This conference will be the worst thing to ever happen to my
professional career, general well-being, and sense of sanity.

There were two beds in the hotel room.
Two double beds to be precise, and as she stared at them, Olive felt her
shoulders sag with relief and had to resist the urge to fist-pump. Take that,

you stupid rom-coms. She may have fallen for the dude she’d begun to fake-
date like some born-yesterday fool, but at least she wouldn’t be sharing a

bed with him any time soon. Given her disastrous past couple of weeks,
she’d really, really needed the win.

There were a number of little clues that Adam had slept on the bed
closest to the entrance—a book on the bedside table in a language that

looked like German, a thumb drive and the same iPad she’d seen him carry
around on several occasions, an iPhone charger dangling from the power
outlet. A suitcase tucked by the foot of the bed, black and expensive-

looking. Unlike Olive’s, it probably hadn’t been fished out of the Walmart
bargain bin.

“I guess this is mine, then,” she murmured, sitting on the bed closest to
the window and bouncing a few times to test the firmness of the mattress. It
was a nice room. Not ridiculously fancy, but Olive was suddenly grateful

for the way Adam had snorted and looked at her like she was crazy when
she’d offered to pay for half of it. At least the place was wide enough that

they weren’t going to have to brush up against each other every time they