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wasn’t.
    After twenty minutes or so, Aimee announced that the group should form a circle. The regulars, who obviously knew the upcoming track well, hollered for joy and got ready for action, each one facing the person in front. Cole took his place behind his fellow novice and watched the steps as Aimee gave a quick demonstration. Then the dance began.
    It was useless. He was flapping and flopping, positive his dance didn’t look a thing like the one the instructor was doing. Her hips were moving double time and her arms swishing in rhythm to the beat. Her belly button had taken on a life of its own. Then, just as Cole thought he might have made a breakthrough, the instructor indicated that the class should change direction and the girl in front of him tripped over her shoelace, landing, SPLOT! Right at his feet. Engrossed as he was in not looking like a fool, he flipped right over the top of her, somersaulting and landing with a thud on her left calf. His old worn t-shirt ripped from neck to hem where the girl had tried to fend his falling body from hers. His chest and abs would have been completely exposed had they not become glued to her singlet with sweat.
    At least that stopped the giggling side-glances from the twins on the other side of the circle.
    "Ouch! Bugger!"
    A look of pain came over the girl’s face. She grabbed her ankle.
    Cole sat up, untangling himself from her legs. Shit. He’d hurt her. "Are you okay?"
    "My foot." A tiny tear formed in the corner of her eye as she pulled her sock away and they both stared into the space beneath where the skin had already taken on a funny bluish tinge and was beginning to swell.
    Jesus, he was such a dick. “I’m sorry. I can’t believe I fell on you like that. I’m really sorry.”
    The girl sniffed. “It’s… it’s okay. It was my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
    Aimee had stopped the music. The class gathered around. "Are you all right, Olivia?"
    "Can you walk?"
    "Is it broken?"
    "Yes. No and I don't think so," the girl replied.
    "You won't be able to drive home," said one lady. "I did my ankle at karate and I couldn’t put pressure on it for a week. If you give me your keys, I'll drop you home. You're only round the corner from me."
    "I'm sure it'll be okay once I get an ice pack on it. I'm supposed to be going to Alice's for dinner, anyway. Could you drop me there?" The girl attempted to get up but fell back to the floor. " Arrgghh ! Or maybe not."
    “A trip to emergency might be a better idea. It looks nasty.”
    The girl was putting on a brave face but she looked as if she was going to cry. “I guess so.”
    Cole, who had managed to scramble to his feet by this stage, scanned the rest of the group. They may have been fit as fiddles but he had an inkling none of them could lift her and she certainly wasn’t walking anywhere in a hurry.
    "Here. Let me. I'll give you a ride. It’s the least I can do seeing as I caused the injury. You can send someone back for your car later," he said, hitching his arms under her and hoisting her up.
    Okay, so that hadn’t been a clever idea. He could feel himself beginning to buckle already. Either he was more out of shape than he’d realised or the girl weighed a good sight more than he'd expected. Shifting her body so she leant against him, he instructed one of the ladies to fetch her things.
    "Are you sure?" The girl had wrapped her arms around his neck and was clinging to his naked chest. "I don't want to put you out."
    Cole smiled down at her. She was quite a delight.
    "No problem. If it gets me out of this torture chamber, I'd carry you to Antarctica."
    Well, maybe not Antarctica. She weighed a tonne. Which was odd because she don’t look heavy in the least. She had lovely curves.
    Out at his car, Cole deposited the girl next to the door while he unlocked it. "Are you right to get in by yourself?"
    "Yes, thank you. You know, it's very kind of you to give me a lift. Beth would've done it."
    "I