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…

groan, rolling my eyes at myself, sick, again, of

life. But sometimes

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

– how did the baptism go? Dinner

Cora? You

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text when you get up – I know you were up all

from

click through the rest of my phone, trying, determinedly,

a peep. As I take a deep breath and check

is a little pathetic, but I’m outside.

your apartment door…

that. Hank. He’s being so sweet

a space for Roger, one he doesn’t even want – despite what might have passed between us last night,

of my bed and dash for

it, I yank it open,

dropping the large bag of Chinese on the little

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

says, giving me his rare, warm smile. “I get

I ask, leaning against my door frame and gesturing towards my

up a bit at the corner. “That sounds great,

He held down the fort at the little free clinic we both work at, seeing both

watch Hank closely as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face –

something that makes me…well, makes-

and focus on him. “Did you hear

grimace a little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him an apologetic look. “I got….lost

before sitting back. “I was just curious if you think Ella would want to be more

“But she doesn’t have any medical

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