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Wild Card (Vegas Underground, Book 8)
Caitlin
Fists at boob level, elbows back, I lead my dance cardio class through some booty shaking to the song, Sweet but Psycho.
Yeah, it’s pretty much my theme song.
“Step touch, throw your hand down in front,” I sing into the headset, exaggerating the movements to help the class follow along.
Dance cardio is my jam. I teach it four nights a week at the campus rec center and take other movement classes on the off-nights. Anything to keep me moving, which probably seems strange for a computer science geek.
It does border on obsessive, but it’s not one of those body-hatred kind of things. I’m not working out to achieve some body ideal or to look a certain way.
I just need to move. I have a hard time stay
