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.

growls, storming past me

pho-

pulling on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and looks at me, taking me in from

left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove. “You scared the hell out of us!”

snapping out of his shock and turning his attention to me as he blatantly

hour –”

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and see that Roger is right that Ella has been calling me for the past hour, as well as sending texts.

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what’s this all about “I stutter in fear, my heart suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp the whole situation – but there’s something about Rafe, and

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and wrapping his hand around my upper arm, “but they need you. It’s something about the sperm bank, they think they want to talk to you about what happened

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mayo!?

go – you can ask all of these questions in the

breeds in 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 back into the bedroom

stomach warming. At least he’s good in a crisis. I hand Hank my phone as I move to my dresser. “Can you give

my heart wrenches to think of what

one of Hank’s readings. “Seriously!? What’s

bothering to tie the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking my hair behind my ears as Hank crosses the room to me and hands me

a pretty good summary of the messages,” he says softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be

sigh, lifting my hand to cover his and shaking my head a little.

suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing

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

down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but

I ask, breezing past

pass through the door together and then awkwardly wait

him a smile as I lean down to

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