Chapter 12: Don't Mess with a Medicine Doctor-the Reaper's Easier to Handle

"What 'boy toy'?" Elle Cutmore stared, baffled. The speaker was a woman dripping with jewels, somewhere past forty, dolled up and brazen. She fluttered her lashes at Elle and purred, "Girl, drop the act. Name your price and let me have your boy toy." Elle truly had no idea what the gaudy woman meant. Her brows knitted. "I don't have a boy toy." "Honey, quit pretending-hand over the guy you were just with. Name your price. I've never met a man with that kind of raw masculinity. He's such a turn-on....