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

asks, opening the door to the living compartment of the

a button that activates a little metal platform that lowers itself to

that Henry can wheel

I say, taking Cora’s hand and pulling her with me to Sinclair’s side. ” Is

Are there enough beds? Is there a

laughs at me, shaking his head

go in, Ella,” he says, nodding

stairs. “Explore. Let yourself

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

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

so

as wide as mine as she climbs in

is…amazing.”

we wander around the space, admiring

its white leather table

that, the adorable, cleverly designed bathroom that

to it. But I really gasp when I see

away in the back

king-sized bed, and plush

Rafe from his carrier and groaning as

is as comfortable as it looks.

beds – ”

at me from the

you’re doing?”

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

she says, her wicked smirk

and then I groan as I remember Sinclair’s promise to her

her and Roger. “Well then where do

says, appearing in the doorway behind Cora.

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

will take –

moan, tossing my head back

sleep in here with Cora and Roger?

the baby

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

bags filled with his and Cora’s stuff which

of our

ground and snaps his fingers at

“Up, Ella.

I need it,” I whine,

keep the mischief out

she’s serious. “I’m pregnant. I

sigh then, glaring at her for

as I huff my way back

I say

him.

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

Roger and Cora a moment

Henry has already settled himself at the front of the RV,

where the passenger seat should be. He

of maps. I

cleverly

in a wheelchair.

ready?” Sinclair says, wrapping an arm around

in my arms and looking happily around at

bright lights.

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

get there? To

sometime tomorrow,” Henry

“Oh,” I say with surprise. “So where will

tonight?”

with a shrug. “We have

the adventure, and part of

to know where

glancing out

finger beneath

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

me give this to you, as

finds my face as I realize that Sinclair’s