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something wrong with Tyler. No man could be this good looking without having some sort of hang-up or personality problem. Why would he need to pay for a prostitute, of all things? Men like that, too handsome for their own good, were mostly arrogant, overbearing jackasses. Maybe he had an attitude problem and couldn’t stay in a relationship because of it. Or maybe he just didn’t like to commit. Whatever the reason, it was none of her business. She was here for only a short time. She’d perform her duties as an escort, and hopefully she could rehab his horse quickly. With any luck, and if she did her job well, he’d write her a reference for when she returned to L.A. With a good letter of recommendation, the guy at the track might hire her.
    “Miss Goodman?” His brows wrinkled.
    “Huh? Oh,” Laney stammered. “Um, call me Laney. And you’re Tyler?”
    Please, let this be Tyler .
    He nodded, and repeated her name. His deep voice, the way he said her name, sounded like a caress sliding off his tongue. Goosebumps shot up her arms, despite the stifling heat.
    Geesh, Laney, get a grip.
    Gabe coughed loudly next to her. “I’m afraid there’s been a change in plans, Miss Goodman. Tyler here can fill you in on the particulars.” He glanced up at the other man, a disapproving frown on his face. “But not to worry. There are plenty of other, eager—”
    “There’s been no change in plans,” Tyler cut him off sharply. The two men stared each other down like a couple of dogs ready to get into a fight. A wide grin suddenly brightened Gabe’s face, and he relaxed his stance. Next to her, the tension in Tyler was almost palpable.
    “Well, in that case, and since the introductions are finished, I suppose you want to go see Reverend Johnson. He’s expecting you.” Gabe rubbed his hands together.
    Laney’s head snapped up. “Reverend Johnson? He’s here?”
    “You know him?” Tyler asked. He looked at her in surprise.
    “I think so. Old guy with gray hair and blue eyes?”
    Tyler nodded, and Laney breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness the old man was here. He could fill her in on her apparent memory loss, and what exactly was expected of her.
    “Awesome.” Laney smiled. “I really need to see him. Where’s the church?”
    Gabe and Tyler exchanged perplexed looks as if she’d said something odd. Gabe grinned smugly, and Tyler scowled. There was some sort of silent communication going on between these two, and if she had to guess, it was because of her. Gabe broke eye contact first, and Tyler offered Laney his arm.
    She raised her brows at his gesture. Was everyone in Montana this polite? Hesitating, she placed her arm through his. The solid feel of muscle beneath her palm sent a surge of heat through her insides.  She shot a quick glance sideways and up at his face. His jaw muscles tightened, as if he was suddenly upset about something. Gabe joined the three cowboys he’d been standing with earlier, and four pairs of eyes stared after her and Tyler.
    Silently, he led her along the boardwalk until they reached the end of the street, which also appeared to be the end of town. The sound of lively piano music drifted from one of the buildings that identified itself as a saloon by the bold white letters on the façade. Women’s laughter came from within the building, and Tyler walked faster.
    A million questions flooded Laney’s mind, but she didn’t want to appear naïve-sounding, so she remained quiet. She could ask the reverend in a few minutes. Why hadn’t he told her that he was a preacher when she first met him? Why would a man of the church solicit her to prostitute herself to a man who lived thousands of miles away? She shuddered involuntarily. This situation was beginning to creep her out. This town was odd with its lack of anything modern, and even the people dressed as if time had stood still. Was this some kind of colony of freaks that liked to live differently and in isolation from the rest