Jo looked away from him, decided to lower her standards slightly. As much as she enjoyed looking at hot guys across a smoky dark room, she had to be realistic here. She knew what she looked like, she knew her age, she knew all about the damn wrinkles around her eyes and the dimples around her knees. She knew that she couldn’t compete with the lithe little twenty-something-year-olds slinking around the place, wearing tight jeans and crop tops that revealed flat tummies, pierced navels and lower back tattoos.
Jo looked at these women now, with exactly zero envy. No sense being jealous of or resentful about what might have been fifteen years ago… and truthfully, she admired their confidence and devil-may-care attitude. She wished them well. She appreciated their stunning beauty and fresh gl
