Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 312

#Chapter 312 – Cora at Home

Cora

When I wake up it’s almost eight at night and I groan, realizing that my sleep schedule is

completely wrecked. I’m reminded, suddenly, of my years as a medical resident when this sort of thing was normal – sleeping all day, taking night shifts, living moment to moment rather than a steady, scheduled life.

And quite frankly, right now? That sounds really wonderful, compared against a whole night of empty hours in which I have nothing to do but… think.

Think about what I’m doing in my life, think about my career which has gone in a really weird direction, think about my relationship…s.

About a certain kiss in the woods.

About a sweet doctor who, apparently, wants to build a life with me.

I sigh and sit up, looking around at my sterile little apartment. I never really decorated, I realize as

I look around at the grey and beige furniture, the simple linens, the charmless curtains. Everything is functional and high quality but none of it is… me?

Or is it?

I frown at my space, thinking of Ella’s sweet home that – even though Sinclair picked out most of the furniture before she moved in – still sings Ella Ella Ella in every corner. It’s warm and sweet

and comfortable. What does my space say about me?

I mean, I’m an orphan – I never had any possessions or any control over the environments in

which I lived, so where would I have learned to decorate? I never had a mother to show me how

So where did Ella…

at myself, sick, again, of being jealous of my

so much – and I’m so happy she has what she wants in her life. But sometimes she’s just

roll over, reaching for my phone, seeking some kind of distraction from these disquieting- thoughts. But when I pick it up the first thing I see is one of those relationships I’m trying to avoid

– how did the baptism go?

You

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text when you get up – I know you were up

heard from

through the rest of my phone,

there’s nothing at all from Roger. Not a peep. As I take a deep breath and check my email, another message from

mean, this is a little pathetic, but I’m

your apartment door…

little bit when I see that. Hank. He’s being so sweet and I’m…well, I’m not being fair

holding a space for Roger, one he doesn’t even want – despite what might have passed between us last night, it doesn’t change anything. And there’s a

out of my bed and dash for the front door of

I

dropping the large bag of Chinese on the little mail

– maybe too bright, too cheerful. “I’m so sorry,” I continue, smiling at him, “I just woke up – we were up all night. It’s – I’m very sorry. I

warm smile. “I

leaning against my door frame and gesturing towards my little apartment. “I am…well, I

turning up a bit at the corner. “That sounds

of the containers with the supplied chopsticks, Hank tells me all about his day. He held down the fort at the little free clinic we both work

me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his thick brown hair – his

feel something twist in my stomach as I watch him, something that makes me…well,

and focus on him. “Did you

sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him an apologetic look. “I got….lost in my thoughts a little bit.

squeezing it a bit before sitting back. “I

my chicken with broccoli and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any

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