Just then Isabella’s cell rang.  She looked at the readout.  “It’s my father.  Excuse me a minute, please.”  She stood up and walked across the library to the large windows and spoke quietly for a few minutes.  At one point her shoulders slumped.  When she finished, she turned back to Diego, who had stood when she got up, and put her hands on his shoulders.<br/><br/>“That was my father.  But I already told you that.  He called to say he has to fly to Utah to speak with an unhappy customer.  He won’t be home until tomorrow night.  Now, wasn’t there something you said about if I found myself all alone in this big empty house?”  She smiled seductively.<br/><br/><br/>