Free The Soulmate Equation by Christina Lauren Page A

all that sure was going to cooperate, and practically sprinted back the way she came.

SIX

    J ESS’S HANDS WERE shaking so uncontrollably that, as she walked, she could barely type out a text plea to Pops to come pick her up with the address of the building. Somehow the hall had stretched; it took her a century to get to the elevator, and when she pushed the button, she heard its slow grind up from the bottom floor.
    Feet jogged down the hall. They didn’t sound like Lisa’s heels, and yeah—when Jess looked up, she saw River making his way toward her.
    â€œJessica,” he said, holding up a hand. “Hold on a second.”
    Was he serious? Jess turned and continued toward the door labeled EXIT , pushing into the stairwell. Ten hurried steps down before the door clanged shut behind her; the sound was so jarring it actually made her duck. Half a flight above, the door flew open again. Footsteps tap-tap-tapped down toward her, and Jess accelerated, jogging down to the first level and emerging into the lobby.
    River managed to get out only a patient, echoing “Jessica, wait” before the lobby stairwell door sealed shut.
    It didn’t matter; he would invariably catch her outside. Because although Pops had replied that he was out getting the cake and could get there quickly, it wasn’t like he could drive to La Jolla in three minutes. At least outside she could breathe a precious handful of seconds of fresh air, could think without the pressure of everyone’s stunned attention on her. What were they thinking, dropping something so personal in a room full of strangers?
    Wrapping her arms around her midsection, Jess paced the sidewalk in front of the building, waiting. When she heard River emerge, she expected him to start talking right away, but he didn’t. He approached her slowly, cautiously, and came to a stop about ten feet away.
    For maybe three seconds, Jess liked him for giving her space. But then she remembered that he wasn’t usually so considerate… and he was supposedly her soulmate .
    The absurdity of that meeting finally hit her like a slap, and she coughed out an overwhelmed laugh. “Oh my God. What just happened?”
    He spoke through the chilly quiet. “It was a surprise to me, too.”
    His words felt like an echo between them. They surprised him ? “How? You—you know everyone in that room. Why would they tell you like that?” she asked. “Why would they have everyone there, like some kind of a reality show?”
    â€œI can only assume they wanted us all to have a conversation about how to handle it.”
    â€œâ€Šâ€˜Handle it’?” she repeated. “You really are dead inside, aren’t you?”
    â€œI meant handle for the company. I’m sure it’s occurred to you that the optics of one of the founders having the highest recorded compatibility score is both fantastic and fraught, from a marketing perspective.”
    â€œAny woman would be lucky to hear these words from her”—Jess used finger quotes—“ ‘biological soulmate.’ ”
    He exhaled slowly. “I also assume they were worried that if they told you remotely, you wouldn’t come in.” River shrugged, sliding one hand into his trouser pocket. “Sanjeev—the head of assay development—is a close friend. I’d mentioned our run-in downtown to him, and your blowing up at me—”
    â€œMy ‘ blowing up’ at you?”
    â€œâ€”and word probably spread when the result came in and your name was associated.”
    â€œâ€Šâ€˜Associated’?” Unproductive, but the only thing she could focus on was the way he spoke like he was reading aloud from a textbook. God, Siri carried on a more familiar conversation.
    â€œI’m sorry that we have to consider the business implications of all of this,” River said, “but I assume you understand this is a