Accidental Surrogate

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 385-Long Miles

I gasp a few hours later when I see the gigantic RV that rolls up out front of the

clinic.

“Seriously?” Hanks says, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at it,

somewhere between impressed and revolted by the extravagance. “The gas

mileage on that thing must be horrible

“Ohhh,” I say, laughing and swatting him on the arm with one hand, the other

holding Rafe’s carrier where he’s already bundled and ready. “Don’t spoil my

fun, Hank – you’re just jealous because you’re not coming.”

“Yes,” Hank murmurs, giving me a good-natured side eye. “Yes, there’s

absolutely nothing I want more in the world than to be cooped up in a tin can

with Roger and Cora for forty-eight hours. You’re right.”

I laugh when I consider this point, stepping closer to Hank and wrapping him in

a one-armed hug that he’d probably rather avoid. But we’ve grown a lot closer in

the past few days, working together, and well? If he’s going to be my friend, then

he’s going to have to get used to a great deal of affection.

“You’ll be all right here when we’re gone?” I ask, pulling away.

“Ah, don’t worry about me,” Hank says with a little smirk and a shrug. You guys

have bigger things on your plate.”

“When I come back,” I say, looking at him seriously now, hoping he understands

how much he means to me – to all of us. “We’re going to do big things, okay?

Help a lot of people. With the gift, and with your skills.”

“That’s all I want, Ella,” Hank says seriously, giving me a nod and a little smile

that’s likely the most emotion I’m going to see from him anytime soon. But then

his eyes drift to Cora and Roger who come through the door of the clinic and I

know…well, I know that what Hank says about this being all he wants is a little

bit of a lie. And my heart aches for him because I know now, for sure, that he’ll

never get it.

I purse my lips a little, trying not to let him see me pity him. But he catches me in

the act.

“Don’t,” Hank sighs, shaking his head at me. “I’m good, Ella. I really am.”

“I know,” I say, putting a hand out to his shoulder. He gives me a sad little smirk

before turning back into the clinic – intent, clearly, on busying his mind so that

he doesn’t have to think about her. Cora and Roger call brief goodbyes to Hank

before coming to my side to admire the RV.

“It’s huge,” Cora says, her eyes wide.

“It’s not so big,” Roger says with a shrug. But Cora and I both roll our eyes at

him as Sinclair parks the vehicle and climbs out of the driver’s seat. Cora and I

didn’t grow up with much as kids, and we’ve certainly never been on a vacation

like this – with a whole fancy vehicle reserved just for us.

excited I can barely

door to the living compartment of

a little metal platform

so that Henry can

pulling her with me to Sinclair’s side.

there enough beds? Is there a

me, shaking his head

in, Ella,” he says, nodding towards the door with the

“Explore. Let yourself

eagerly do as my mate suggests, hurrying up the steps and

around. It’s absolutely gorgeous inside,

is so shiny

as mine as she climbs in after me.

is…amazing.”

as we

its white leather table space,

the adorable, cleverly designed bathroom

it. But

in the

king-sized bed, and plush downy

my god,” I say, quickly unbuckling Rafe from his carrier and

the bed which is as comfortable as it looks. “Oh, I

beds – ”

at me from the doorway.

you’re doing?”

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

bed,” she says,

then I groan as

bed for her and Roger. “Well then where do

appearing in

one into a queen for me and you, and the

will

head back and settling deeper

Cora and Roger? I won’t take up much space

the

chance in hell,” Roger declares, pushing past Sinclair into the room

his and Cora’s stuff which

to any of our possession since we

bags on the ground and snaps his fingers at

Ella.

it,” I whine,

keep the mischief out of her

serious. “I’m pregnant. I need

at her for playing the

making them all laugh as I huff my way back to the

be comfortable,” I say to

him.

back into the main living area of

and Cora a

surprise, Henry has already settled himself at

a space where the passenger seat should be. He

turning back to a set of maps. I

vehicle and how cleverly it’s been made accessible for

in a wheelchair.

says, wrapping an arm around my

my arms and looking

bright lights.

it as I give him a big

there?

get there sometime tomorrow,”

say with

tonight?”

a shrug. “We

we get. It’s part of the

for people to know where

out

don’t,” he says, placing a finger beneath my chin and turning

says softly. “You can relax.

let me give this to you, as well as to

face as I realize that Sinclair’s