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.

treat

of renewable material. “I’ve liked you for a long time,” his smile is infectious. ” That’s why I’ve always gone

your teammates

snaps 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

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

sports are replacement wars, just less bloody. Instead of killing each other, we

idea of other players seeing you as

As a right-wing, my opponents should all fear me. I’m on the offense, and I look

of the job. That second of hesitation from my opponents?

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

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

are. But I love that about you. You take care of me, make me

heavy silence falls after I’ve spoken, and I inwardly

opens and closes a few times before he openly stares at me. I stare right back

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 why he is

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

that competition and had the fastest time out of everyone who went down the

him. “You remember the prize as

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

the same. The tension is gone, thank god. We are back to joking around, and we eat our breakfast while Jake tells me how rare it is to make friends with teammates. He calls himself

hearing Jake talk. He never did it very often in the past, always letting me or Mark talk over him.

often. His ego can’t handle such compliments, and

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