Chapter 60

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.

The way you treat me. I guess it’s because you always did,

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

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

and the reddish hue on his skin and downright outraged expression on his face make me fall into a

everyone!” Jake retorts, saying the words as if I’ve offended him. “You’re the only one I treat differently, and on the ice, everyone

voice and cut into my pancake, glancing up at him.

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

idea of other players seeing

much. As a right-wing, my opponents should all fear me. I’m

That second of hesitation

bump him with my shoulder and smile wider. “But underneath your

am not a softie!” Jake growls, glaring at me with his lips blue from the

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

falls after I’ve spoken,

Jake’s mouth opens and closes a few times before he openly stares at me. I stare right back at him, feeling vulnerable because it just slipped. The worst part? It felt natural to say it, which

know what that means. Despite his fearsome appearance, muscles for days, and fame, my man often becomes shy when complimented or called sweet. I can’t tell if he is shy right now or doesn’t feel the same way as I do, and that’s

the last time you did that?” My heart is racing, but it helps to force another topic. “My last time was back at

breaks out of his stupor with a chuckle. “I do. We won that competition and had the fastest time out of everyone who went down the stream. You and

him. “You remember the

course,” he grins at me. “We got to eat stakes while everyone else shared a package of hotdogs. Damn, those were the times. We gloated over it too, kept saying how juicy the stakes were, and Mark

around, and we eat our breakfast while Jake tells me how rare it is to make friends with teammates. He calls himself lucky to be

me or Mark talk over him. It made it hard for me to judge what type of character he was, but I’m

His ego can’t handle such compliments, and more than often,

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