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Coach rubbed his neck. “The fabric caught a few times. I doubt anyone would think it was anything other than your shoe.”

“Try going for it,” Razor suggested. I dropped to one knee, and he shook his head. “At least try to look like a woman.”

I glared at him. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He waved his hand at me. “That’s not how they do it.”

“Excuse me? You’re now an expert on female movements and behaviors?”

He glared right back. “I do have a girlfriend and three sisters.”

How very unfortunate for them.

“They do this.”

He lowered his chest, keeping his legs straight and his ass in the air as he touched his calf.

He was right.

Damn him.

“Okay.” I mirrored him and slid the hem of the skirt enough to reach the knife.

“Yeah, that won’t tip anyone off.” He looked at Coach, who nodded.

I slipped it out and carefully straightened, keeping the knife against the inside of my wrist.

“Where is it?” Razor asked.

I stepped toward him and had my free hand wrapped around the back of his neck while my other held the knife to his carotid with a sweet smile. “Here.”

“Fuck,” he breathed out while completely frozen. “That’s sexy as hell.”

Ew. I dropped my arms and stepped back. “You didn’t see it coming?”

“No.”

I shared a look with Coach. Either Razor was an idiot, or I was smooth.

Most likely both.

“One problem.” Coach pointed to my foot. “You have to be hyper-vigilant when you sit. You didn’t like ankle straps for that reason when we started training.”

“That was years ago. Obviously, I prefer the thigh because it’s more discreet, but I can’t limit myself anymore. I need to be ready for anything.”

“Then run through this until it’s second nature.”

Razor groaned. It wasn’t an uncommon order from Coach. We all practiced until we developed muscle memory. Drills were how we stayed alive and in one piece.

“You free for a few hours?” I teased before reattaching my knife.

“Like I have a choice,” he grumbled.

I grinned. He was right. When Coach asked you to do something, the only answer was yes.

It took less than two hours for me to have the motion of bending to adjust my dress or shoes to become smooth and unassuming in every imaginable situation. My favorite was using a step and distracting Razor with a sexy smile, only to have the knife at his heart faster than a single beat.

I dismissed him and changed back into my leggings before heading out, but Coach stopped me.