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.

so incredibly excited I can barely contain

opening the door to

a button that activates a little metal

Henry can wheel onto

and pulling her with

Is there a kitchen? How do

laughs at me, shaking his head as

“Just go in, Ella,” he says, nodding

Let

as my mate suggests, hurrying

around.

so shiny

as mine as she

is…amazing.”

with me as we wander around the space, admiring

white leather table space, the little

that, the adorable, cleverly designed bathroom

minimal space allotted to it. But I really gasp when

in

its king-sized bed,

quickly unbuckling Rafe from his carrier and groaning as I

on the bed which is as comfortable

beds – ”

says, smirking at me from the doorway.

you’re doing?”

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

she says, her wicked smirk

then I groan as I remember Sinclair’s

Roger. “Well then

in the doorway behind

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

dad will take –

tossing my head back and settling

with Cora and Roger? I won’t take

the

Roger declares, pushing

bags filled with his and

any of our possession since we left

on the ground and snaps his

“Up, Ella. That’s my

it,” I whine,

the mischief

she’s serious. “I’m pregnant. I need

sigh then, glaring at her for playing

laugh as I

queen-sized bed better be comfortable,” I say

him.

he says, following me back into

Roger and

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

chair into a space where the passenger seat should be. He

back to a set of maps. I take

how cleverly it’s

in a wheelchair.

two ready?” Sinclair says, wrapping an arm around my

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

bright lights.

a big smile. “How long

get there?

tomorrow,” Henry calls over his shoulder

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

tonight?”

Sinclair says with a shrug. “We

the adventure, and part of staying anonymous.

people to know where we’ll

you think,” I say, glancing out the

don’t,” he says, placing a finger beneath my chin and turning my

he says softly. “You can relax. Enjoy

lately – let me… let me give this to

my face as I realize that Sinclair’s willingness to take