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“Yes, Pres.” He winks at me before leaving.

“He’s right, it’s weird as fuck.” G laughs, making me grin.

“It was the right choice for him to step down. I think he’d have started resenting the club if he’d stayed.”

“I know. As much as it pissed me off in the beginning, I agree. Just don’t tell Blade I said that.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Nevaeh

“Ifelt ridiculous.”

“Why?” I frown as Amity takes a drink of her water with her cast-free hand.

“I’m used to doing my own stunts. Some of those are pretty crazy.”

“Trust me, I’m aware.” I nearly had a heart attack the first time I saw her jumping off a moving horse.

“I’ve worked in some amazing locations and in front of green screens, and none of it bothered me because it wasn’t about me.”

“Ah. And now your face is going to be everywhere.”

“Exactly. Me. I’m used to lending my body and skills to actresses, but I never planned to be in front of the camera as the star. What was I thinking? I’m not an actress. I’m?—”

“A real-life action hero. Nobody says you need to use this as a stepping stone into actress territory. You played yourself in the campaign, after all. You’re not selling a lie or playing a character. You’re inspiring a generation of young girls to be extraordinary.”

She sighs, picking at the label of the bottle. “I feel like an imposter.”

“Ah, yes, imposter syndrome. I know this feeling well.” I lean across the table and squish her cheeks. “Repeat after me. I, Amity Hollis, am a badass. Everyone who meets me wants to be me or be with me.”

“I’m not saying that.” Her words come out muffled as her face is squished.

“Say it!” I order.

She grumbles, but reluctantly repeats my words.

“Good. Now remember that. Hell, woman, you have a very famous sports brand wanting to sponsor you. You’ll get all the free sportswear you could ever want,and for the running on purpose, yoga at the butt crack of dawn, I can bench press my best friend kind of woman you are, that’s gotta be the closest you can get to an orgasm without G.”

She chuckles, but because of her squished lips, she spits on my cheek.

“Ugh, gross. You’re supposed to be giving me the news, not the weather.” I let her go and wipe my face.

“I don’t get that excited about exercising.”

I just look at her. She caves first, of course.

“Fine, I get a little bit excited. And okay, I can’t pretend free sportswear won’t make me a little giddy. My ass looks great in gym wear.”

“Your ass looks great in everything. It’s almost enough to make me switch teams. But don’t worry, your ass is safe from me. I prefer sandwiches to tacos.”

She frowns. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“Of course it does.”

“If you said you preferred hot dogs to tacos, I’d get it, but not a sandwich.” She takes another sip of water.

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