Belle held onto Diego tightly.  “I don’t want it to end either,” she said., then chuckled, “but we could have skipped the part where my father came in and caught us.”  She looked up at him.  “I don’t know about you, but I felt like a teenager being scolded for letting you get to second base.”  She kissed his lips.  “Perhaps someday you’ll hit a home run.  Let’s pray my father sees a ring on my finger before that happens,” quickly adding, “not that I’m suggesting anything.  I just know my father, that’s all.”  She gazed at his face.  “You have such beautiful eyes, Diego.  I could look into them for a lifetime and I don’t think I would ever find out how deep they go.”<br/><br/>She slid her arms down from his neck, leaving them pressed against his chest.  “I think I would like to go back in now, if you don’t mind.  My father may be looking for us and I don’t want him to come outside after he just got cleaned up.”  She stepped away and took his hand, leading him toward the house.<br/><br/>“Tell me,” she said thoughtfully as they walked slowly, “what is your feeling about living in America?  Is Spain so deeply imbedded in your heart that you could never leave her?  I should think it would be hard to leave one’s own country, if you love it.”<br/><br/>They entered the house and Belle immediately walked to the library.  She saw the door was almost closed, which told her someone had, indeed, been in there since they left.<br/><br/>