Surrogate For Alpha Dom

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.

incredibly excited I can barely

Sinclair asks, opening the door to the

that activates a little metal platform that lowers itself to

so that Henry can wheel

hand and pulling her with me to

Are there enough beds? Is there a kitchen? How do you

his head as Henry

“Just go in, Ella,” he says,

stairs. “Explore. Let

do as my mate suggests, hurrying up the

as I look around. It’s

is so shiny

as wide as mine as she climbs in

is…amazing.”

comes with me as we wander around

its white leather table space, the

that, the adorable, cleverly designed

minimal space allotted to it. But I

away in the

bed, and

Rafe from his carrier and

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

beds – ”

smirking at me

you’re doing?”

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

bed,” she says, her

then I groan as I remember

her and Roger. “Well then

there,” Sinclair says, appearing in the

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

dad will take –

moan, tossing my head back and settling

Roger? I

take the

in hell,” Roger declares, pushing

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

any of our possession since we left the

on the ground and snaps his fingers at me when

Ella. That’s

I need it,” I whine, pouting

keep the mischief out

pregnant. I need

at her for playing the pregnancy

as I huff my way back to the

comfortable,” I

him.

back into the main living area of the

and Cora a

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

space where the passenger seat should

before turning back to a set of maps. I take a moment to admire

how cleverly it’s been made accessible

in a wheelchair.

wrapping an arm around my shoulder

arms and

bright lights.

say, meaning it as I give him a big

to get there? To

there sometime tomorrow,” Henry

in agreement. “Oh,” I say with surprise.

tonight?”

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

of the adventure, and part

for people to know where we’ll

glancing out the windows. “That

beneath my chin

softly. “You

me… let me give this to

face as I realize that