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.

it for granted, you know? The way you treat

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

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

his skin and downright outraged expression on

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 lethal and one hell of

sing-song voice and cut into my pancake, glancing up at him. ” Since

everyone knows sports are replacement wars, just less bloody. Instead of killing each other, we get to fight other states

of

should all fear me. I’m on

second of hesitation

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

growls, glaring at me with his

about you. You take

falls after I’ve

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

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

is making me nervous, so I change the 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

won that competition and had the fastest

at him. “You remember

times. We gloated over it too, kept saying how juicy the stakes were, and Mark was grumpy

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

always letting me or Mark talk over him. It made it hard for me to judge

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

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