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He kissed her like never before. His kisses had always been sweet and gentle; but now they were flushed in heat and desire. He grinded his lips against hers passionately; the hunger that had been building up inside him was now coming out in a flow of kisses.

He tipped his body forward and she moved backwards pulling him onto her. The whole world disappeared around her. All she could feel was her body molded against his, his lips trailing along her jaw line towards her neck and his hands were everywhere. His lips moved to her collarbone and she felt him teeth nib at her skin but it didn't hurt, she ran her finger though his thick dark hair and pushed her hips up against his.

He raised his head and looked at her, through the darkness she could see his brown eyes were steaming in desire. He looked at her with so much tendency and love she felt herself melt under him. She moved her lips to kiss him again but he moved further away and a smirk crossed his features at her impatience.

"Do you love me?" he whispered, his breathe soft against her lips. He watched her breath quicken at his words, her pretty white face stood out in the darkness.

Blue eyes met brown eyes and she smiled, "More then anything in the world! Of course I love you Javier!"

He watched her for a moment and he smiled a full genuine smile at her, "I love you too Katey Miller."

Javier sat bolt up in his bed, gasping for breath. His light brown skin was covered in sweat. It took him a moment to realize where he was. He was not on the beach in the tent with Kathy but in his own bed. Alone.

He pressed his palms to his eyes. Damn these dreams! His skin felt warm but cold at the same time. He got out of bed and slipped on a shirt and headed outside to sit on the chair just inside the gate. That place always helped him think things through.

When he got here he was met by his grandfather. Javier stopped and was going to turn around and go back to bed, so not disturb him but his grandfather spoke, "Come, sit by me Javi."

Javier obeyed and sat down next to the old man. His grandfather always brought comfort to him in a way his mother could not. It was strange to explain. He knew that he could be able to confined things in his grandfather and not have to worry about them getting out. His grandfather was the only man role model Javier had left; Carlos was not much of a paradigm for him, he ever had been.

They were silent for a moment. His grandfather closed his eyes and said, "When you're as old as me Javi, you don't want any regrets in your life."

Javier gave the older man a sideward look in confusion and his grandfather continued, "You grief is controlled by your dreams and memories Javi. I see them in you. You are not the same man as before. You have grown up in so many ways but you have to let go sometimes."

Javier remanded silent, pretending he had no idea what his grandfather was talking about but he knew. It was about Katey.

"Love takes many forms," his grandfather pondered quietly and instantly Javier jumped to offense, "I don't love her!"

Javier had started the most unusual habit. The more she tried to convince himself of something the more easier it seemed. For the last week or so he had started telling himself that he was not in love and Kathy was not coming back. He tired his hardest to forget everything. To him, the more he convinced himself it had all been a strange dream the more he would believe it…or so he hoped.

His grandfather chuckled, "What makes you think I am talking about the American? And you do love her Javi, stop denying it."

"I never said I did," defended Javier stubbornly, but his grandfather just laughed softly at him.

"No…no you did not but I see it in your eyes little Javi. I am old not blind!"

After a moment of silence Javier gave a laugh. He hadn't laughed since Kathy left. It felt strange to do it. He knew his grandfather was right but the more he denied Katey into his mind the more she would stick to it. At times he had tired to convince himself she was not real, only a beautiful angel he had dreamed up.

Then of course his dreams reminded him; brought him back to reality. And he hated it. He hated reality when imagination can sometimes cure for a cut out heart. Javier sat there with his grandfather for a few moments longer before rising and heading back into the house.

The silence between the two Cubans didn't need words to be exchanged. It was all said.

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Kathy sat in the back seat of her father's car. Her luggage was next to her. She was leaving St. Louis. Kathy knew her father may have a say in politics but not in the Miller household when Jeannie had worked herself into such a state.

Everything Kathy owned, all she really cared about and was part of her life were in two suitcases that sat next to her. She was moving to the outer country side to live with her grandmother. She was the only one who was willing to take Kathy in after Jeannie had kicked her out. So that was where Bert was driving her.

She didn't know her grandmother that well. She hardly saw her that often. She was her father's mother and she lived next a small lake in a cottage in a little remote town. Kathy remembered her father taking her mother, Suzy and herself there when she and Suzy had been younger. Back when they were "one big happy" family!

Kathy watched as the green fields flashed past her window and she shut her eyes in tiredness. She did not really want to leave St. Louis. It had been her home for almost eighteen years, mincing her time in Cuba.

But being away from her mother and her society life was more helpful and lifted a huge weight off her shoulders.

"Well, this is it," a voice broke into her mussing. Kathy's eyes snapped open and she was met by the strangely familiar old cottage of her grandmother's. It looked so sweet and comfortable that Katey couldn't help but smile.

Kathy got out of the car as Bert took her suitcases. The cottage was about half the size of their home back in St. Louis, and its front garden was covered in greenery that it was almost hard to see the house itself. The front garden was covered in all sorts of beautiful coloured roses and other flowers that not even Kathy knew the names to.

"It's not much," said Bert, "But it was home for me as a boy."

Kathy smiled again, "I think its beautiful Dad!"

Bert gave a small and sad smile, "Come on sweetheart."

He led her to the small gate and Kathy opened it for him and he led her down the cobbled path. Kathy had to admit, she was nervous and scared about meeting her grandmother again and living her. Sort of how she was feeling when she first arrived in Cuba.

Bert knocked on the door and an old voice could be heard from inside, "Yes, Yes, I coming! Hold on there sunny!"

The door opened to a women looking in her late fifties, maybe early sixties. She had grey streaks through her blonde hair which was tied back in a bun held together by an old fashioned pin and she had a slightly wrinkled face. She was small and chubby and she wore a poker dotted apron over her blue fading dress. She smiled when she saw her visitors.

"Bert! I wasn't expecting you for another hour! Oh, come in come in!" she said happily

"Mother," said Bert smiling and he placed Kathy's suitcases down on the floor and hugged his mother. Kathy stood there rather awkwardly and nervously. She watched her father and grandmother pull apart and her grandmother turned to Kathy.

"Kathy you remember your grandmother Jillian," said Bert. Kathy smiled at her rather nervously.

"Well now," Jillian said, "Let me see you Kathy dear."

Kathy felt a little exposed with her grandmother's beady eyes observing her. She watched her grandmother smile and said, "A spitting female version of your father. Come here dear."

Kathy hugged Jillian and she felt some of the nervousness and fright lift a little off her. As they pulled away her grandmother said, "Come on! Let's get you into the kitchen for some nice tea and cookies! No, no Bert you leave those and come join us!"

Se led her way down the small hallway and along the walls were pictures of people. She recognized some to be a younger version of her father and some of her father and mother. There was even a picture of her and Suzy a couple of years ago. The other pictures Kathy did not know the people in them.

They arrived in the kitchen and Jillian bustled herself to putting Kathy and Bert in chairs and making tea and placing cookies in front of them. Jillian settled herself down next to them both.

"Now then," she sighed, "Bert how is Jeannie and Suzy?"

"Oh they are fine," said Bert, taking a sip from his tea, "Suzy is going well at school and Jeannie is enjoying her life as per usual. Work's been a bit crazy from the mishaps in Cuba."

"Oh I'm sure it has been," said Jillian casually but Kathy knew there was a second meaning behind that comment and she felt her cheeks redden in embarrassment.

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"Are you sure you can't stay for a little while long Bert dear?" Jillian asked as Bert opened the front door. They had left Kathy back in the kitchen as Jillian saw Bert to the door.

Bert shook his head, "Sorry mother, but I promised Jeannie I would be home for dinner tonight."

"Ah, I wish you could have brought your other two girls," said Jillian quietly.

"Jeannie won't sit in the same room as Kathy left alone spend a three hour long car drive with her," said Bert even more quietly, "You really don't have to do this mum, I could easily find somewhere comfortable for Kathy."

But Jillian shook her head, "That would cost too much! Besides I'll enjoy the company! I only have two granddaughters Bert!"

Bert sighed and nodded, "Alright. I'll be back in a couple of days to check up on her. Ring me if you need anything."

Jillian smiled, "I always do."

Bert kissed his mother's forehead, "Have fun."

Jillian gave a small laugh and waved to her son as his car drove off. Heaving a sigh she headed back into the kitchen to find Kathy sitting quietly at the table twisting her hands in her lap.

"No need to be worried dear," said Jillian noticing the girl's extreme discomfort, "Everything will be fine."

Kathy gave a little shaky sigh, "I-I sorry that I've become a burden for you-"

She was cut off by Jillian's old laugh, "Oh come now dear! Do be reasonable Kathy! You are my granddaughter! I want you to be here!"

Kathy gave her grandmother a small smile and a nervous laugh, "I just thought it might be bad for your society and quite the scandal!"

"Yes well," said Jillian slowly, "I don't care much for society and we could use a good scandal here! Scandals here go as far as how many crows chock from eating to much grass!"

Kathy smiled and laughed. Jillian smiled at her granddaughter, "Come now, let's help you unpack."

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After dinner that night Jillian and Kathy sat near the fire place. Kathy felt much more at home now. She didn't feel the slightest bit nervous around her grandmother anymore. Jillian had proven to be more then welcoming.

"So," said Jillian after a moment's silence, "Am I going to be informed about who the young man is?"

Kathy's head snapped around from the fireplace to look at her grandmother. She was peering at Kathy over her reading glasses, waiting patiently.

"I would have thought dad would have told you," said Kathy.

Jillian nodded slowly, "Your father explains some of the main points but I am still a little confused."

Kathy swallowed with some difficulty due to the hardened lump that had formed in her throat. She felt her stomach twist in nerves and dread. However she took a deep breathe and her voice was the only thing that filled the room for the next hour.

She recited everything and anything. From the time when she first found out she was being forced to move to Cuba to the time leading up to this very day. Very feeling and thought she had had since November the previous year was unleashed; everything about her parents, Suzy, Javier, James Phelps, the Country Club, La Rosa Negra, The Dance Contest, The Revolution and being torn away from Javier and all the dancing. That was what she missed most; Javier and her dancing.

And now she was pregnant; with Javier's child. A Cuban boy that she loved with all her soul and heart that she may not ever see again.

"Whew!" said Jillian, speaking for the first time in over an hour, "That is some story! Tell me more about Javier!"

Kathy smiled, "Oh he was wonderful and so caring and loving and handsome too! I haven't got the words to describe him! The feeling I had when I was dancing with him was magnificent! I was flying! He was the most incredible person I have ever met! And I loved him, I still love him so much and I miss him and dancing with him! I'd give anything in the world to have him back!"

Now she had spoken this much from the heart since before leaving Cuba that she had tears streaming down her face. The salty taste was caught in her mouth; that familiar burning taste that came with every thought of Javier and every thought of what she felt behind in his country.

"Oh darling Kathy you mustn't cry now! Not after all this time! Here take this," Jillian handed Kathy a handkerchief and Kathy buried her face into it. It smelled of butterscotch and was a comforting scent.

Kathy felt a hand on her arm and she raised her tear stained face from the handkerchief. Her grandmother was sitting next to her on the couch, "I was young when your grandfather died, but I loved him so every dearly. In his place was Bert; your father was all that I had left in this world, or so I felt. It's hard dear but you must learn to pick up with your life. These hurts will heal; in time. There will always be an open wound but it won't be as big as it is now."

"But dad said he'd try to get me into Cuba somehow," sniffed Kathy, "He told me he'd find a way. That has to count for something?"

"But if he doesn't," replied Jillian, "Life will go on and you must too."

How was that????? I just read back on the chapter and realized that I used both Kathy and Javier's grandparents in it giving them advice! That was unintentional! What a coincidence! LOL! I know nothing really happens in this chapter but I need to get the whole thinking thing in here somewhere. Anyways hope you liked it! Please, please review and tell me what you think!