Only six of them were going, and she knew the other five well enough to predict their immediate future. The next nineteen hours would feature a running argument between her friends Ed and Lin that ranged from tabletop gaming rules to the best algorithms for parallel data compilation. She would be willing to bet money on it. There would also be, almost certainly, an in-depth geekout over the latest developments in bioinformatics, and Cami seemed able to talk endlessly about the technical intricacies of decrypting rodent genomes.
At some point Ed would jump ship from the data compilation discussion to join the bioinformatics talk.
Lin, who hated to miss out on anything Ed was doing, would try to horn in on that conversation but become frustrated when he exhausted his limited knowledge of the narrow intersection between computing and rat DNA. If it ruined his, that was his problem.
Praise for The Seduction Hypothesis
This is light. Is there another one with your costumes or something? Lightweight costumes are skimpy costumes. Then those big puppy-dog eyes slid down her body, assessing her far too openly. Mostly my old steampunk outfit plus wings. I might not end up wearing it. And then, um Ben brushed between them, and Lindsey had to take a step back for him to wrestle his suitcase into the hold.
Her dungeon getup.
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Or anything, really. I guess. With a final, unnecessary shove to his bag, Ben straightened and rolled his eyes at them both before stalking off again. Is he gonna be jealous of Ed now , too? Retrieving her own cup of precious caffeine infusion from the curb, Lindsey joined them. His girlfriend Cami had sworn he was anxious beyond belief about the trip, but Lindsey would have never known it to look at him now.
He seemed as in charge and confident as a man could get, like a general about to muster the troops. As Lindsey watched, Cami pressed herself to his side, huddling for warmth against the damp March pre-dawn chill. When Ivan slid one arm around her and pulled her closer, not even looking but doing it automatically, Lindsey suffered a pang of envy that clamped her throat tight for a few horrible seconds.
Ben had it all wrong. It was them. The way they were together, the way he looked at Cami, touched her. There was something intense there, some undercurrent of connection that got to Lindsey every time she sensed it. She needed what they had. It was a good word, Ben thought. Just the right one. A lot of the definitions of miserable used another great word, wretched. But nothing brought that home quite like the prospect of spending the better part of a full day stuck in a fancy motor home with the object and agent of his wretched misery.
Lindsey McKay, ginger pixie of doom.
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It was a very, very fancy motor home, he amended to himself as he climbed aboard and looked around in awe. Butter-creamy leather on the front seats and sofa, gleaming dark hardwood and obviously custom tile work in the kitchenette. Jesus, Lin was saying, executing a slow one-eighty before settling his gaze on the kitchenette and his backpack and laptop bag on the sofa. My first apartment was smaller than this. What did you say your parents do, Ivan? They own some land, you know. With cattle and stuff. Ben cursed silently. Lin was sprawled over the small sofa, taking up more than his fair share of space with belongings spread to either side of him.
The only thing left was the banquette in the kitchenette area, and there was only one seat left there. He looked at Lin and cleared his throat, making a gesture he hoped was universal toward one end of the couch. Move over? Room for one more? Lin blinked at him a few times, letting his legendary cluelessness serve him as a weapon. He moved one pudgy hand protectively over the backpack on the seat to his side. Move along , buddy. Nothing to see here.
No room at the inn. He approached the bench seat in the kitchenette with the heavy tread of a prisoner heading toward a gibbet. He knew it was just a matter of time before he said something stupid, probably hurtful, his oldest defense mechanism against pretty girls.
It took until his ass hit the plush upholstery of the seat opposite Lindsey. You want me to see if Ed will switch with me? And not in a nice tone of voice, either. Good and jerky. Lindsey glanced up from her e-reader—he saw she was playing a word game, not reading—and stared at him for a moment. By default, it sorts by the number, or alphabetically if there is no number.
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