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, of

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

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 leaving me an assortment of messages. I sigh and

Hey, Cora – how did the baptism go?

You

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you get up – I know you were up all night but I’m worried that

heard from you.

through the rest of

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

is a little pathetic, but I’m outside. Can

your apartment door…

when I see that. Hank. He’s being so sweet and I’m…well, I’m

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 man standing outside my

with me? Quickly, I jump out of my bed and

to it, I yank it

dropping the large bag of

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

Hank says, giving me his rare, warm smile. “I get it – you had a

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

a bit at the corner.

Hank tells me all about his day. He held down

as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over

as I watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me want to jump across the couch and kiss him…

and focus on him. “Did

myself to listen to his words. Then, I grimace a little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him an apologetic look. “I got….lost

hand, squeezing it a bit before sitting back. “I was just curious if you think Ella would want to be more

I respond instantly, looking down at my chicken with broccoli and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience. Would

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