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 know? The way you treat me. I guess it’s because

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

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

skin and downright outraged expression on his

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

in a sing-song voice and cut into my pancake, glancing

Instead of killing each other,

you like the idea of

should all fear me. I’m on the

intimidating is part of the job. That second of hesitation from my opponents? I live

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

softie!” Jake growls, glaring at me

“Oh, yes, you are. But I love that about you. You take

silence falls after I’ve spoken, and

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

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

is racing, but it helps to force another topic. “My last time

competition and had the fastest time out of

him. “You remember the prize as

course,” 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

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

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,

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

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