A/N: I want to thank everyone who has taken the time to review my story. I really appreciate the feedback! After the whole deal with whether or not I was stealing someone else's story, I didn't feel much like continuing, but since I've been getting such positive feedback, I decided I must! I've read Danielle's Rendezvous in Havana and I can understand how some would thing that I stole her idea, but I assure you our stories are very different. And I wanted to thank Danielle for being so understanding. And now for chapter 4!
Chapter 4: Misunderstanding"Bye guys! I'll see you all next time! And remember, keep practicing!" Katey smiled and waved goodbye to her last class of the day. She loved teaching and dancing, she really did, but taking on so many classes a day by herself was definitely starting to take its toll. She was exhausted. She'd been trying to hire another dance instructor to help teach some of the classes, but so far what few offers she's gotten just weren't what she was looking for. They were either not qualified enough, or too conservative and formal for the style of dancing that she taught. She knew she was being a little too picky, but she loved the kids that she taught, and would not entrust them to just anyone. They were like a second family to her. Speaking of family, she thought as she suddenly remembered that she hadn't talked to her sister in a while and needed to call her before Susie had a fit. Katey made her way in to the back room of her studio which doubled as an office, and an out of the way place for Maria to play during classes.
"Mija, I need to call your Aunt Susie, why don't you go play in the main room for a while, okay?" Katey dropped into her chair behind her desk, which was rather plain and made out of wood. It was usually used only when Katey was paying bills, or dealing with other business type issues. To the left of the desk stood a filing cabinet, which helped Katey to keep all of her documents organized and readily available. Across the room from Katey's desk was Maria's little play area. Books, games, and other various means of entertainment were strewn about because, unlike Katey, Maria was rarely concerned with organization. She picked up the phone and dialed the number for her sister's house in New York. Susie's husband, Robert, was a lawyer and they moved to New York City shortly after getting married so he could start up his own practice.
"Susie? Hey, it's Katey. How is everything?"
"Katey, hi! Everything's good! Things have been a little slow at the office lately, but business is starting to pick up. Robert's really relieved; you know how he likes keeping busy. Bobby just started school, and he's really enjoying it. He comes home every day and tells me all about the new friends he made. How's everything going with you? How's Maria doing? I haven't seen you guys in so long."
"Things are going pretty well, but they'll be better once I manage to find a decent dance instructor to help me."
"Still no luck, huh?"
"No, I just can't seem to find someone that fits with what I'm looking for." There was a slight pause on the other end as Susie took this in.
"Katey, if you keep comparing them to Javier, then of course they're not going to be good enough." Katey didn't know what to say to this. It was not the answer that she was looking for. Luckily though, she didn't have to say anything, as Susie dropped the subject and moved on.
"So how's Maria?" Katey relaxed as her sister led them into a more comfortable subject.
"She's doing well. She is out in the main room right now with the record player on, no doubt dancing as well. She's too much like her father."
Javier's heart leaped into his throat as he finally reached his destination. The vibrant red rose painted on the glass by the entrance to the studio, along with the words La Reina Rosa announced that it was indeed the place he was looking for. On the door was a picture of Katey, his Katey, announcing her as the owner and primary instructor. Nervous energy, excitement, and adrenaline coursed through him as he opened the door and stepped inside. He found himself inside a large dance hall, with a record player and several records off to the side. He smiled as he saw that, unlike most dance studios, there was no mirror on the back wall. She remembered what he had taught her back in Cuba. Over by a record player there was a young girl, dancing to the music and completely oblivious to his presence. She reminded him so much of Katey it was unreal. However, he didn't make the connection as his mind was focused on one thing only, and that was finding her. He found an open door across the room, and walked in that direction, hoping it was the right one. He stopped in the doorway and stared. Sitting in a chair, with her back to him, was Katey. Even though he couldn't see her face, he'd recognize that hair anywhere and her voice was just as he remembered it. He waited, not wanting to interrupt her conversation, and listened to her talk."She's doing well. She is out in the main room right now with the record player on, no doubt dancing as well. She's too much like her father." There was a pause, as the person on the other end replied.
"I miss him so much." Javier's heart sank as he heard her talk of this other man. It finally clicked in his brain that the little girl he saw was Katey's daughter. It hurt to think that she had made another life here, had moved on, had left him in Cuba instead of taking him with her like she promised. He backed up slowly, unwilling and unable to comprehend. He wasn't paying attention however, and bumped into something behind him. He turned around to see the little girl, Katey's daughter presumably, standing behind him looking up at him with chocolate brown eyes surrounded by Katey's blond hair.