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cowboys had approached her, and stood so close, she involuntarily took a step back.
    Geesh, Laney! You’re never this jumpy.
    She raised her head to look up into the smiling brown eyes of a good-looking guy with a deeply tanned face. Strands of his black hair peeked out from under his hat. He appraised her discreetly, his eyes darting from her face to her chest. She’d met his type plenty of times, and her spine stiffened.
    “Yes, that’s me,” she said, her voice clipped.
    His dazzling smile widened, and he turned his head to nod at the three other cowboys who remained by the boardwalk.
    “Welcome to Landry, Miss Goodman. I’m Gabe McFarlain.” He touched the brim of his hat, and an expectant look passed through his eyes.
    Laney raised her brows. “Am I supposed to know you?”
    His smile faded momentarily, a perplexed expression on his face. “We exchanged correspondence several weeks ago.”
    Exchanged correspondence? Who talked like that?
    “No we didn’t,” Laney said. Was this a new sort of come-on? How did this guy even know her name?
    Gabe stared at her in confusion.
    Laney didn’t hide the annoyance in her voice. “Do you know how to get to Tyler Monroe’s ranch?” She swiped her gloved hand across her forehead, and rubbed at her itchy neck. Sweat trickled between her breasts. She fumbled with the top buttons of the bodice. She was about to melt in this outfit.
    Gabe’s gaze followed the movement of her fingers, and his smile was back instantly. “Ah, sure, Miss Goodman. But I don’t see no need to tell you how to get there, when Ty can take you there himself.”
    Laney sighed dramatically. “Okay. Do you know where I can find Ty ?” She shifted weight from one foot to the other to ease the pain caused by her shoes.
    Gabe nodded with his chin at something behind her. Her pulse increased again. She turned. The man who’d been watching her pushed away from the post, and slowly crossed the street. Laney stared. His stride projected a certain confidence she’d rarely seen in men. He wore tan-colored leather pants rather than the denim-type jeans these other guys wore underneath their chaps. His off-white cotton shirt hugged broad shoulders and was tucked in at the waist.
    She stared openly. That guy was Tyler Monroe? Laney swallowed. This job might not be so unbearable after all. He stopped just beside her and tipped his hat, then wordlessly took the heavy bag from her grasp. Laney rubbed at her sore arm.
    “Thanks.” She lifted her head to look up into his face. Brown eyes the color of melted chocolate stared back at her. Eyes she could get lost in. Involuntarily, she licked at her lower lip.
     He darted a quick harsh look at Gabe. When his gaze returned to her, his features softened considerably. His mouth curved into an easy smile, and Laney’s heart hammered against her ribs.
    “Miss Goodman? I hope your journey wasn’t too uncomfortable.” He removed his hat from his head.
    Laney swallowed back the lump in her throat. She nearly slapped her own cheek. She couldn’t stop staring at him. Strands of sandy blonde, nearly brown hair spilled over his forehead. A five o’clock shadow covered his square jaw and above his lip, giving him a ruggedly masculine look. The smile on his face didn’t seem to reach his eyes, but it did give him a certain boyish look. He was a lot younger than she expected. She’d pictured some middle-aged or older man, not this athletic, drop-dead gorgeous guy in his mid-twenties. Everything about him screamed rugged outdoorsman . So unlike the type of guys she’d met in the city.
    His intense gaze held hers, and she detected a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. She blinked, breaking the contact. If she wasn’t careful, she’d be tripping all over herself. This day . . . these last two days, ever since she stepped into that limousine in L.A., had been too good to be true. Laney mentally shook her head. Nothing good ever happened to her.
    Obviously there was