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…

sick, again, of being jealous of my sister.

life. But sometimes she’s just so….perfect. That it makes me realize how unhappy I

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 my message app.

Cora – how did

Cora? You

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get up – I know

heard from

messages away and click through the rest of my

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

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

your apartment door…

I see that. Hank. He’s being so sweet and I’m…well, I’m not being fair to him, am I?

last night, it doesn’t change anything. And there’s a man standing outside my door with mooshoo pork, dying to

Quickly, I jump out of my

get to it, I yank it open,

the large bag of Chinese on the little mail table I

so sorry,” I continue, smiling at him, “I just woke up – we were up all night. It’s

his rare, warm smile. “I

to come in?” I ask, leaning against my door frame

says, his lips turning up a bit at the corner. “That

day. He held down the fort at the little free clinic we both work at, seeing both prospective mothers as well as general ailments from humans

I watch Hank closely as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his thick brown hair – his strong,

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

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

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

a bit before sitting

a morsel. “But she

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