Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 312: Reinforcements 

Cora

Hank and I are tangled in the sheets of my bed, talking softly to each other about nothing, when suddenly I hear a pounding on my door – a dangerous, feral, fervent sound.

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“What the hell is that,” Hank gasps, sitting up and whipping his head to look towards the front of

my apartment.

“I–I don’t know “I stutter, fear racing through me. The pounding halts for a moment and we both sit there, frozen, not knowing what to do. Then, suddenly, a voice breaks through the silence.

“Cora!” it shouts, and my jaw drops a little because…well, because I know that voice. “Open the

damn door, Cora!”

“Oh my god,” I murmur, standing up and wrapping my naked body in my sheets – weirdly bashful in this moment. As I do, the pounding starts again.

“Do you know who it is?” Hank asks, hurriedly getting out of bed and pulling his pants on

“Yes,” I breathe, quickly switching the sheets for my robe hanging on the back of my door and

then rushing through the living room. “It’s fucking…”

But Hank, standing at the doorway to my bedroom, sees for himself the moment I pull the door

open.

Roger’s fist is still raised as my door flies open, but he drops it as he glares down at me.

he growls, storming past me into the apartment, “don’t you ever check

pho-

on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and looks at me, taking me in from head to toe in my bathrobe. He

void that his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove. “You scared the hell out

shock and turning his attention to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella

hour –”

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see that Roger is right that Ella has been calling me for the past hour, as well as sending texts. I quickly flick through them, glancing at

  1. do.

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suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp the whole situation – but there’s something about Rafe, and kidnapping, and a note

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my upper arm, “but they need you. It’s something about the sperm bank, they think

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mayo!?

almost yells. “God, Cora, let’s go – you can ask all of these

me is defiance. “Fine!” I shout.” God, Roger, give me ten seconds! Obviously I’m coming!” I rip my arm from his hand and glare at him as I move towards my bedroom door, giving Hank a not–too–gentle nudge

I glance at him, my stomach warming. At least he’s good in a crisis. I hand Hank my phone as I move to my dresser. “Can

think of what my sister is going through as I hurriedly pull on some sporty leggings and a t–shirt. After all that she went through with the

one of

tie the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking

softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all right? Is there any

sigh, lifting my hand to cover his and shaking my head

realize, suddenly, that of

my eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from Hank. “We’d better get moving

not going to rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and

breezing

We pass through the door together and then

a smile as I lean down to lock my

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