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.

I can barely

opening the door to the living compartment of

activates a little metal platform that

that Henry

her with me to Sinclair’s side. ”

enough beds? Is there a kitchen? How

laughs at me, shaking his

lift. “Just go in, Ella,” he says, nodding towards

stairs. “Explore. Let

eagerly do as my mate suggests, hurrying up

I look around. It’s absolutely gorgeous inside,

is so

Cora says, her eyes as wide as mine as she climbs in

is…amazing.”

with me as we wander around the

kitchenette with its white leather table space,

adorable, cleverly designed bathroom that makes

space allotted to it. But I really gasp when I see

in the back

its king-sized bed, and plush

Rafe

bed which is as comfortable as it looks.

beds – ”

at me from the doorway.

you’re doing?”

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

my bed,” she says, her

then I groan as I remember Sinclair’s

bed for her and Roger. “Well then where do I

in the doorway behind Cora. “The

a queen for me and you, and the other into a

will take –

moan, tossing my head back and settling deeper

sleep in here with Cora and Roger? I won’t take

the baby and

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

and

of our possession since we left the

ground and snaps his fingers at

Ella. That’s my

need it,” I

keep the mischief out of

“I’m pregnant. I need

glaring at her for playing

laugh as I huff

queen-sized bed better be comfortable,” I

him.

back into

Roger and Cora a moment

himself at the front of the RV,

into a space where the passenger seat should be. He

back to a set of maps. I take a moment

cleverly it’s been made

in a wheelchair.

ready?” Sinclair says, wrapping an

down at Rafe, still in my arms and looking happily around at

bright lights.

I say, meaning it as I give him a big smile. “How long do you think

to get there?

get there sometime tomorrow,” Henry

nods in agreement. “Oh,” I say with

tonight?”

says with a shrug. “We have

part of the adventure,

to know where we’ll be

think,” I say, glancing out the

says, placing a finger beneath my chin and

right, Ella,” he says softly. “You

give this to you, as well as

finds my face as I realize that Sinclair’s willingness