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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.

I can

the door to the

button that activates a little metal

Henry can

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

Is there a kitchen?

at me, shaking his head as

says,

stairs. “Explore. Let yourself be

eagerly do as my mate suggests, hurrying up the steps

again as I look around.

is so shiny

says, her eyes as wide as mine

is…amazing.”

as we

with its white leather table space, the little living area

cleverly designed bathroom that

space allotted to it. But I really gasp when I

away in the back

bed, and plush

say, quickly unbuckling Rafe

the bed which is as comfortable as it

beds – ”

me from

you’re doing?”

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

bed,” she says, her wicked

then I groan as I remember Sinclair’s promise

bed for her and Roger. “Well

in

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

dad will take –

head back

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

take the baby and

pushing past Sinclair into the room

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

access to any of our possession since we left the bunker.

snaps his fingers at me

Ella.

I

says, unable to keep the mischief out of

serious. “I’m pregnant. I need my

her

I growl, making them all laugh as I

queen-sized bed better be comfortable,” I say to

him.

says, following me back into the

and Cora a

Henry has already settled himself at the

space where the passenger seat

a set of maps. I

and how cleverly it’s

in a wheelchair.

ready?” Sinclair says, wrapping

Rafe, still in my arms and looking happily

bright lights.

a big smile. “How long do you think

get there? To

there sometime tomorrow,” Henry calls over his

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

tonight?”

a shrug. “We

we get. It’s part of the adventure, and part of

people to know where we’ll

say, glancing out the windows. “That

says, placing a finger beneath my chin and turning

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

– let me… let me give this to

as I realize that Sinclair’s willingness to