Page 311 - The Love Hypothesis

“Nope.”

“What does it say?”
“ ‘It’s never too late to tell the truth.’ ” She shrugged, and turned to
throw away the plastic wrapper. At the last moment, she decided to keep the

strip of paper and slip it inside her jeans’ back pocket.
“Adam, open yours.”

“Nah.”
“Come on.”

“I’m not going to eat a piece of cardboard because it hurt your feelings.”
“You’re a shit friend.”

“According to the fortune cookie industry, you’re a shit boyfriend, so—”
“Give it here,” Olive interjected, plucking the cookie out of Adam’s
hand. “I’ll eat it. And read it.”

The parking lot was completely empty, save for Adam’s and Malcolm’s
cars. Holden had ridden from the airport with Adam, but he and Malcolm

were planning to spend the night at Holden’s apartment to walk Fleming,
his dog.

“Adam’s giving you a ride, right, Ol?”
“No need. It’s less than a ten-minute walk home.”

“But what about your suitcase?”
“It’s not heavy, and I—” She stopped abruptly, worried her lip for a
second while she contemplated the possibilities, and then felt herself smile,

at once tentative and purposeful. “Actually, Adam will walk me home.
Right?”

He was silent and inscrutable for a moment. Then he calmly said, “Of
course,” slipped his keys in the pocket of his jeans, and slid the strap of

Olive’s duffel bag over his shoulder.
“Where do you live?” he asked when Holden was not within earshot

anymore.
She pointed silently. “You sure you want to carry my bag? I heard it’s
easy to throw out your back, once you reach a certain age.”

He glared at her, and Olive laughed, falling into step with him as they
headed out of the parking lot. The street was silent, except for the soles of