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 being jealous of my

– 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 am,

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

Hey, Cora – how did the baptism go? Dinner later?

Cora? You

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

heard from you.

through the rest of my phone, trying,

a peep. As I take a deep breath and check my email, another message from Hank

home? I’m… I mean, this is a little

your apartment door…

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

might have passed between us last night,

Quickly, I jump out of my bed and dash for the front door of my

to it, I yank it

large bag of Chinese on the little mail table I keep outside my door.

woke up – we were up all night. It’s – I’m very sorry. I should have

his rare, warm smile. “I

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

lips turning up a bit

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

his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his thick brown hair – his strong, capable

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

focus on him. “Did you hear

a little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him an apologetic look.

bit before sitting back.

in the clinic,” I respond instantly, looking down at my chicken with broccoli and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience. Would she really be helpful there? I think that

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