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

asks, opening the door to the living compartment of

little

that Henry can wheel

Cora’s hand and pulling her with

there enough beds? Is there a kitchen? How do

just laughs at me, shaking his head as Henry maneuvers

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

“Explore. Let

as my mate suggests, hurrying up the steps

look around. It’s absolutely gorgeous inside,

so shiny

eyes as wide as mine as she

is…amazing.”

we wander

leather table space, the little living area

after that, the adorable, cleverly designed bathroom that makes the

it. But I

in the

bed, and

god,” I say, quickly unbuckling Rafe

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

beds – ”

Cora says, smirking at me from the doorway.

you’re doing?”

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

says,

and then I groan as I remember Sinclair’s

for her and Roger. “Well

there,” Sinclair says, appearing in the

and you, and the other into a twin,

will take

back and settling deeper into the

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

the baby

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

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

our possession

snaps

“Up, Ella. That’s

I

unable to keep the mischief

pregnant. I need my

then, glaring at her

I growl, making them all laugh as I huff my way back

bed better be comfortable,” I say

him.

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

giving Roger and

settled himself

where the passenger seat should be. He gives me a

turning back to a set of maps. I take a

of the vehicle and how cleverly it’s

in a wheelchair.

says, wrapping an

still in my arms and looking happily around at all

bright lights.

give him a big smile. “How long do you think it

get there? To the

tomorrow,” Henry

I say with surprise. “So where

tonight?”

campground somewhere,” Sinclair says with a shrug. “We

part of the adventure,

people to know

say, glancing out the windows. “That

a finger beneath my chin

right, Ella,” he says softly. “You can

let me give this to you, as well as

face as I