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 for a long time,” his smile is infectious. ” That’s why I’ve always

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

and downright outraged expression

as if I’ve offended him. “You’re the only one I treat differently, and

I tease in a sing-song voice and cut into my pancake, glancing up at him. ” Since when are hockey players

less bloody. Instead of killing each other, we get

you like the idea of other players

much. As a right-wing, my opponents should all fear

second of hesitation from my

you do, and you’re very talented on the ice,” I bump him with my shoulder and smile

softie!” Jake growls, glaring at me with

about you. You take care of me, make me

silence falls after I’ve spoken, and I

I stare right back at him, feeling vulnerable because it just slipped. The worst part? It felt natural to say

I don’t 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

subject. “So, kayaking… when was the last time you 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 remember

do. We won that competition and had the fastest time out of everyone who went down

at him. “You remember the prize as

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

our breakfast while Jake tells me how rare it

often in the past, always letting me or Mark talk over him. It made it hard for me to judge

ass if I called him that often. His ego can’t handle such compliments, and more than often, he blushes when I

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