Chapter 59

Winnie

I experience nightmare after nightmare of Dana telling me that I’m not good enough for Jake. I shake and kick in my sleep. My heart is on fire, and muffled words leave my lips until a strong hand jostles me awake, and I blink back to reality.

“Winnie?” It’s Jake, and he is squatting beside me. “Wake up. Breakfast is ready for you.’

“B-breakfast?” My mouth feels dry, and my throat is sore. I think I’ve been talking in my sleep.

“Uh-huh, I made pancakes,” a grin

spreads over Jake’s face. “I feel like a total wildling now. Can you believe it? Pancakes made over an open fire in an old, dusty frying pan.”

“You’re adorable,” I sit up, unable to prevent my lips from curling into a smile. I know Jake loves cooking and baking, but the pride in his eyes for making pancakes outside a kitchen? He is so sweet.

“I would prefer to be called sexy.”

“You’re sexy, too,” I tell him. “And if those pancakes are as good as they smell, I will go down on my knees and suck you. You don’t know how much I love your breakfast pancakes.”

He snorts and shakes his head with an indulgent smile. I love when he gives me that kind of sweet expression. He is undoubtfully proud to provide for me and hurries to fetch me a paper plate.

I only make it out of the tent to sit down on a blanket area that Jake has prepared for us before he returns with my food. ” Here you go. Pancakes with maple syrup and blueberries. Your favorite.”

The stupid, toothy grin that settles over my lips makes Jake snort a laugh. I don’t have to say anything for him to know how much these simple displays of affection mean to me. Still, when he sits beside me, I smile up at him, a little teary-eyed.

“I used to take it for granted, you know? The way you treat me. I guess it’s because you always did, and I’m an asshole.”

Jake shoves a pancake piece into his mouth with a one-time-use fork made of renewable material. “I’ve liked you for a long time,” his smile is infectious. ” That’s why I’ve always gone the extra mile for you, hoping you would notice.”

beam up at him. “Does your teammates know that you’re secretly the

at that, and the reddish hue on his skin and downright outraged

the words as if I’ve offended him. “You’re the only one I treat differently, and on the ice, everyone knows that I’m lethal and one hell of a

and cut into my pancake,

just less bloody. Instead of killing each other, we get to fight other states on the ice and celebrate when we win.”

of other players seeing you as

for scoring chances. Looking intimidating is part of the job. That second of hesitation from my opponents? I live for

I bump him with my shoulder and smile wider. “But

am not a softie!” Jake growls, glaring at me with his

grin turns broad. “Oh, yes, you are. But I love that about you. You take care of

silence falls after I’ve spoken,

the L-word twice

back at him, feeling vulnerable because it just slipped. The worst part? It felt natural

Despite his fearsome appearance, muscles for days, and fame, my man often becomes shy when complimented or called sweet. I can’t tell

why he is

did that?” My heart is racing, but it helps to force another topic. “My last time was back at summer camp when we were teenagers. You

competition and had the fastest time out of everyone

“You remember the prize as

a package of hotdogs. Damn, those were the times. We gloated over it

you had teamed with

tension is gone, thank god. We are back to joking around, and we eat our breakfast while Jake tells me how

hearing Jake talk. He never did it very often in the past, always letting me or Mark talk over him. It made it hard for me to judge what type of character he was,

but he would probably kick my ass if I called him that often. His ego can’t handle such

him all bashful is precious and makes me

had my

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