Taylor Woodward knew she was attractive. She was thirty-one and could still catch the eyes of the younger men in the gym. But the thing of it was that she had worked her ass off to stay so hot. She dieted, she ate right, and she exercised regularly. Her mother had let herself go around the age of forty and when she’d died two years ago, she’d been almost three hundred pounds. Seeing her mother’s chubby face in that open casket had driven Taylor to continue her healthy lifestyle. And although she knew she often carried it too far, she didn’t care. She liked having her abs, her perfectly toned
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