The moment her father hesitated she knew something had happened.  "Daddy?  Daddy?"  Her fingers grabbed part of Diego's leg and made a fist, her nails digging in.  As he told her of the incident, she gasped and her face went white.  She grabbed the phone with both hands, as if it would jump out of her grip if she didn't hold it tightly.  "Daddy!  What kind of an incident?  Wounds?  Oh, my God!  Why did they hurt you?  I don't understand!  What kind of a meeting was this?"  For the moment, she forgot Diego was there.  Tears were running down her cheeks.  "Yes, Daddy, come home.  Right away.  Hurry home!"<br/><br/><em>"Please don't worry, i'm okay, realy, i'll be there soon...How was the dinner?"</em><br/><br/>Isabella almost laughed.  He was trying to distract her.  An old trick he had been using since her mother died.  But it stopped her climb into hysteria.  "Don't try to change the subject, Daddy.  Just hurry home.  I love you.  Bye."  She hung up the phone, took a deep breath, then looked at Diego, wiping at her eyes.  "I guess you heard all that.  I can't believe someone tried to hurt him.  Why would anyone do that?"<br/><br/>Her emotions had soared and her adrenaline was pumping ferociously.  She needed to let it out.  Scream, or throw something.  Or...she looked at Diego and her eyes turned dark.  She threw her arms around him.  "Kiss me, Diego.  Kiss me like you've never kissed me before."