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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

Sinclair asks, opening the door to

pushing a button that activates a little metal

that Henry

pulling her with me to Sinclair’s side.

there a kitchen? How do you

his

he says, nodding towards the door with the short

“Explore. Let yourself

as my mate suggests, hurrying up the

as I look around.

so

Cora says, her eyes as wide as

is…amazing.”

sister comes with me as we wander around the space,

kitchenette with its white leather table

cleverly designed bathroom

minimal space allotted to it. But

away in the

king-sized bed, and plush downy

quickly unbuckling Rafe from his carrier and groaning as I

bed which is as comfortable as it

beds – ”

Ella,” Cora says, smirking at me from the doorway.

you’re doing?”

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

bed,” she says, her wicked smirk

I gasp, and then I groan as I remember Sinclair’s promise to

for her and Roger. “Well then where do I

there,” Sinclair says, appearing in

one into a queen for me and you, and

dad will

my head back and settling deeper into

Cora and Roger?

take the baby and

Roger declares, pushing past Sinclair

bags filled with his and Cora’s stuff

had access to any of our possession since

the bags on the ground and snaps

“Up, Ella. That’s

I need it,” I whine, pouting

keep the mischief

“I’m pregnant. I need

her for playing the pregnancy

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

be comfortable,” I say to my mate as I

him.

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

Roger and

himself at

into a space where the passenger seat should be. He gives me a

set of maps. I take

how cleverly it’s been made accessible

in a wheelchair.

says, wrapping

in my arms and looking happily

bright lights.

I give him a big smile. “How long do

there? To

there sometime tomorrow,” Henry calls over his shoulder

“Oh,” I say with

tonight?”

with a shrug. “We have to

part of the adventure,

know where we’ll be

you think,” I say, glancing out the

finger beneath my chin and turning

“It’s all right, Ella,” he says softly. “You can relax. Enjoy

lately – let me… let me give this to you, as well as to

finds my face as I realize that Sinclair’s