When Diego told her his name, she smiled.  “Diego,” she whispered quietly.  When he leaned down and kissed her a second time, she knew this was what she wanted.  She greedily kissed him in return, then stepped back, suddenly realizing how brazen she was acting.  He still held her hands and she felt his warm flesh against hers.  She swallowed hard and blushed.<br/><br/>“Um, I guess we better head back to the house now.  Father will be wondering what happened to us.”  She smiled and let go of one of his hands, holding onto the other and moving slightly toward the doorway.  Leaving now was one of the deepest regrets she had felt in a long time.  It was only because of the promise of another meeting that she could tear herself away.  It had been so long since she had cared for anyone besides her father.  But she knew her father would be worried if they were gone too long, so she resigned herself to it and led the way back into the house.  Once they were there, she began to look for her father.<br/><br/>“Daddy?  Are you here?” she called as they headed toward the library.  No sign of him.  “That’s strange, “ she mumbled out loud.  “Perhaps he is in the kitchen.”  No sign of him there either.  “Well, I guess he went to his bedroom.  Perhaps he will be right down.”  She sat down in a chair near the dining room, but popped right back up.  She wasn’t one who could sit still when there was something on her mind.  She grabbed Diego’s hand again, taking him with her, not thinking about the possible impropriety of it, just concerned about her father’s whereabouts.<br/><br/>She knocked on her father’s bedroom door.  “Daddy?  Daddy are you in there?”  No answer.  How very strange.  She looked worriedly at Diego.  “I don’t know where he could be!  He wouldn’t have left the estate with company here.”  Just then there was a slight noise in the bedroom.  She knocked again.  “Daddy?”