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

asks, opening the door to the living compartment

button that activates a little metal platform that lowers itself to

so that Henry can wheel

I say, taking Cora’s hand and pulling her with me to Sinclair’s

there enough beds? Is there a kitchen? How do

me, shaking his

go in, Ella,” he says, nodding

Let

as my mate suggests, hurrying up the steps and gasping

again as I look around. It’s absolutely gorgeous inside,

is so shiny

as wide as mine as she climbs

is…amazing.”

sister comes with me as we wander around the space,

kitchenette with its white leather table space, the little living area

the adorable, cleverly

minimal space allotted to it. But I really gasp when

in

king-sized bed, and

I say, quickly unbuckling Rafe from his

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

beds – ”

says, smirking at me

you’re doing?”

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

my bed,” she says, her wicked smirk

and then I groan as I remember

for her and Roger. “Well then

in the doorway behind Cora.

a queen for me and you, and the

will take –

back and settling deeper

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

take the

in hell,” Roger declares, pushing past Sinclair into

filled with his and Cora’s stuff which isn’t much,

had access to any of our possession since

the bags on the ground and snaps

Ella.

I whine, pouting

the mischief

she’s serious. “I’m pregnant. I

at her for playing the pregnancy

I huff

bed better be comfortable,” I say to my mate

him.

a Queen,” he says, following me back into the main living area of

and Cora a moment

my surprise, Henry has already settled himself at the front of the

into a space where the passenger seat should

to a set of maps. I

of the vehicle and how cleverly it’s been made

in a wheelchair.

says, wrapping an arm around my shoulder

arms and looking

bright lights.

a big smile. “How

to get there?

get there sometime tomorrow,” Henry calls over

say

tonight?”

with a shrug. “We have

the adventure, and part

to know where we’ll be

I say, glancing out

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

says softly. “You can relax. Enjoy it. You’ve

me give this to you, as well as

a soft smile finds my face as I realize that Sinclair’s willingness to take