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…

eyes at myself, sick, again, of being

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

But when I pick it up the first thing I see is one of those relationships I’m trying to avoid leaving me an

Cora – how did the baptism go? Dinner later?

Cora? You

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

from

through the

from Roger. Not a peep. As I take a deep breath

little pathetic, but

your apartment door…

I see that. Hank. He’s being

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

what’s wrong with me? Quickly, I jump out of my bed and dash for

I

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

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

warm smile. “I get it – you

door frame and gesturing towards my

up a bit at

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

as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his thick

watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me want to

asks, making me blink and focus on him. “Did

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

bit before sitting back. “I was just curious if you think Ella would want

with broccoli and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience. Would she really be helpful there? I think that she would do anything – but she’s got a

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