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.

you treat me.

a one-time-use fork made of renewable material. “I’ve liked you for a long time,” his smile

at him. “Does your teammates know

on his skin and downright outraged expression on his face make

I’ve offended him. “You’re the only one I treat differently, and on the ice, everyone knows that I’m

pancake, glancing up at him. ” Since when are hockey

killing each other, we

like the idea of other players seeing you as

As a right-wing, my opponents should all fear

second of hesitation from my

very talented on the ice,” I bump him with my shoulder and

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

turns broad. “Oh, yes, you are. But I love that about you. You take care of me, make me feel special

falls after I’ve spoken, and

L-word twice today, and 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

fame, my man often becomes shy when complimented or called sweet. I can’t tell

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

with a chuckle. “I do. We won that competition and had

smile at him. “You remember

We gloated over it too, kept saying how

laugh, and Jake does the same. The tension is gone, thank god. We are back to joking around, and we eat our breakfast while Jake tells

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

that often. His ego

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