Isabella smiled at him and brushed the back of her hand along his cheek.  "You are so considerate, Diego.  And so caring.  Not many men would put up with a goose like me.  Especially when things were just getting ... interesting.  They would probably accuse me of doing this deliberately.  But not you."  She kissed him sweetly, then dialed her father's number.  Her hands still shook, not knowing what she might hear on the other end of the line.