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…

rolling my eyes at myself, sick, again,

her so, so much – and I’m so happy she has what she wants in her life. But sometimes she’s just so….perfect. That it makes me realize how unhappy I

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 leaving me an assortment of messages. I sigh and click open

how did the baptism go? Dinner

Cora? You

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Hey, send me a text when you get up – I know you were up all night but I’m

heard from you.

swipe the messages away and click through the rest

it bother me that there’s nothing at all from Roger. Not a peep. As I

home? I’m… I mean, this is a little pathetic, but I’m outside. Can you let

your apartment door…

little bit when I see that. Hank. He’s being so

between us last night, it doesn’t change anything. And there’s a man

me? Quickly, I jump out of my

I get to it, I yank

dropping the large bag of Chinese on the little mail table I keep outside my door. “Gah!”

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

smile. “I get it – you had a busy night.”

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

bit

out around us on the coffee table, eating right out 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

a busy day with some tricky cases. I watch Hank closely as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face

in my stomach as I watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me want to jump

he asks, making me blink and focus on him. “Did you hear me?”

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

it a bit before sitting

at my chicken with broccoli and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience. Would she really be

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