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.

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

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

your teammates know that you’re secretly the

his skin and downright outraged expression on

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

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

killing each other, we get to fight other states on

of other players seeing you as

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

second of hesitation from my

course you do, and you’re very talented on the ice,” I bump him with my shoulder and smile wider. “But underneath your intimidating

growls, glaring at me with his lips blue

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

I’ve spoken, and I inwardly

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

that 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

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

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

smile at him. “You remember

We gloated over it too, kept

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

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

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

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