It was Anh’s meddling that had landed Olive in her current, utterly ridiculous predicament.
"Well, it was just a fake relationship," she whispered, her heart hammering so hard she was sure he could hear it. "We were just testing a hypothesis." It was Anh’s meddling that had landed Olive
The hum of the sub-zero freezer was the only melody Olive Smith needed at three o’clock in the morning. To anyone else, the fluorescent-lit biology lab at Stanford was a sterile, unforgiving box of stress. To Olive, a third-year Ph.D. candidate running on four hours of sleep and a diet consisting primarily of free department bagels, it was home. To anyone else, the fluorescent-lit biology lab at
Adam went very still. "Ah. Right. The end of the experiment." Adam went very still
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"Okay..." Olive had whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs.