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.

take it for granted, you know? The way you treat me. I guess it’s because you

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

him. “Does your teammates know that you’re secretly the sweetest

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

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 knows that I’m

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

of killing each other, we

the idea of other players seeing

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

job. That second of hesitation

ice,” I bump him with my shoulder and smile wider. “But underneath

a softie!” Jake growls, glaring at me with his lips blue

about you. You take care of

falls after I’ve spoken,

closes a few times before he openly stares at me. I stare right back at him,

Jake isn’t saying anything. 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 doesn’t feel the same way as I do, and that’s why he

the last time you did that?” My heart is racing, but it helps to

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

“You remember the prize as

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,

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

like 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 I’m seeing him

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

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