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.

excited I

door to the living compartment

a little

so that Henry can

pulling her with me to Sinclair’s side.

Is there

me, shaking his

says,

stairs. “Explore. Let yourself be

my mate suggests, hurrying up the

around. It’s absolutely gorgeous

so shiny

her eyes as wide as mine as she

is…amazing.”

we wander around the space, admiring

with its white leather table space,

the adorable, cleverly designed

minimal space allotted to it. But I really gasp

in

king-sized bed, and plush

unbuckling Rafe from his

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

beds – ”

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

you’re doing?”

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

bed,” she says, her

I groan as I

and Roger. “Well then

appearing in the

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

dad will take –

moan, tossing my head back and settling deeper into the

and Roger?

take the

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

and Cora’s stuff which

any of our possession

on the ground and snaps his fingers

Ella. That’s my

I need it,” I whine,

Cora says, unable to keep the mischief out of her eyes

serious. “I’m pregnant. I need my

sigh then, glaring at her for playing the pregnancy

all laugh as I huff my way back to the living

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

him.

back into

giving Roger and

already settled himself at

passenger seat should be. He gives me

before turning back to a set of maps. I take

how cleverly it’s been made

in a wheelchair.

Sinclair says, wrapping an arm around my shoulder

at Rafe, still in my arms and looking happily around at

bright lights.

say, meaning it as I give him a

there? To the

get there sometime tomorrow,” Henry calls over his

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

tonight?”

with a shrug. “We have

get. It’s part of the adventure, and part of staying anonymous.

know where

out the windows. “That we’ll

he says, placing a finger beneath my chin and turning my

he says softly. “You can

– let me… let me give this to you, as

my face as I realize that Sinclair’s willingness