Page 118 of Nanny for the SEALs

“Was that too much?” she asked. “I thought that if I tripped and let the streamer catch me, it might generate more attention for the stalker…”

Brady barked a laugh. “That’s actually real smart!”

“Social media traffic is rising,” Asher confirmed while scrolling on his phone. “It’s going viral. Only the twelfth-highest trend right now, but that should be enough to lure them out for the two o’clock signing.”

“You can’t do something like that without warning us first,” Weiman scolded her.

She shrugged. “I didn’t think of it until I was there. But it worked, right?”

Rogan patted her on the back. “You did great. Now we’ll take it from here.”

“Oh!” Amirah said. “I almost forgot.” She disappeared into her bedroom, then returned a moment later wearing sweatpants and a University of Iowa sweatshirt. “Here. You need this.”

She handed me a floppy hat with a green bundle inside. The dress she had been wearing, and the sunglasses.

“Take these, too.” Asher tossed me a pair of black heels.

I went into the trailer bathroom and changed clothes. It was strange doing that while I knew five men were right outside the door, waiting. When I came out, everyone was ogling me.

“I really like this dress,” I said.

Amirah grinned. “It has pockets!”

I shoved my hands in the pockets and gave a little swirl.

“You look perfect,” Asher said.

“She will be after hair and makeup,” Weiman muttered.

I sat in the chair and let the hair stylist tease my hair for half an hour. I’ll admit: I was feeling really jealous by the end. I would’ve loved to have this woman do my hair every single morning. She trimmed an inch off in order to make it look identical to Amirah’s, but I didn’t mind. I was due for a cut anyway, and this saved me two hundred bucks.

This will be my life when I’m a big-shot actress, I thought as I got out of the chair.Once I help the guys prove that Heimdall is behind the attacks.

“Goddamn, Heather,” Brady said while looking me up-and-down. “You look fuckenhot.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Now that I look like Amirah Pratt, you mean?”

“Aw, shit, I didn’t mean…” He shook his head. “You know what? I’m not apologizing. You look gorgeous, and I won’t let you twist it into some sort of insult.”

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him lightly, so as not to smudge my newly-applied lipstick. “I know what you mean. And thank you.”

“It’s one-thirty,” Asher said. “We should all get into position.”

“We want you to make a sweep around the set,” Rogan explained. “We’re hoping the movement might flush the attackers out before you give your autographs at two. Less risk that way.”

“Makes sense. I’m ready.”

Rogan bent down and pointed at the shoes I was wearing. Amirah’s pair of Stuart Weitzman stilettos. “We placed a GPS chip in the heel. As long as you keep your shoes on, we can track you.”

“I never thought I’d be so happy to know that Big Brother was watching me,” I said.

I hugged each of them one final time. “Be careful,” Brady whispered to me. “We’ll be in the security office the entire time. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, there’s nothing wrong with coming back to the trailer.”

I nodded, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. I wasn’t going to allow myself to get spooked, especially with so many people watching. Including Jonah Weiman.

My three SEALs left the trailer first. About a minute later, Cooper handed me Amirah’s floppy hat and wide sunglasses. I glanced at myself in the mirror. The likeness was so good that I almost believed I was the real Amirah Pratt.

Which means the attackers will be fooled, too,whispered the voice in the back of my head. The moment I stepped out of the trailer, I would be in danger.

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