The Love Hypothesis

by Ali Hazelwood

It never occurred to Olive that Dr. Adam Carlsen—known ass—had called her by her name.

He knows who she is bathroom man?

“Have you considered getting a real girlfriend?” His eyebrow lifted. “Have you considered getting a real date?” “Touché.”

Bit of sarcasm bit harsh but funny

he must have heard every single word that came out of Olive’s mouth.

Oh no

Holden nodded. “Yep. I’m so glad he finally scrounged up the courage to ask you out. He’d been going on and on about this ‘amazing girl’ for years, but he was concerned about being in the same department, and you know how he is . . .” He shrugged and waved his hand. “I’m glad he finally managed to pull his head out of his ass.”

Who is this girl????

Carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man.’” “More than that, if possible. Since there is absolutely nothing mediocre about you.”

PREACH IT

It nearly made her lose her balance, the way he tugged at her wrist and pulled her hand to himself, pressing her palm flush to his groin to show her that . . . Oh. Oh. Yeah. His jaw rolled as he held her gaze. “You have no fucking idea what I want.”

Sexy

“I’m going to kill you,” he gritted out, little more than a growl. “If you say another word about the woman I love, if you look at her, if you even think about her—I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Possesive Adam who is in love

“I am going to take care of this,” he told her. There was something determined, earnest in his eyes. Olive had never felt safer, or more loved. “And then I’ll come find you, and I’ll take care of you.”

He's a big softie