about that.
"Joshua," Sylvia repeated slowly, as if testing the name on her tongue. She shook her head once and said decisively, "If you love him the way you claim, then you have nothing to fear."
"But everyone expects me to marry Carl. You saw what happened, how we were pressured into setting a date for the wedding."
Her grandmother said nothing, which increased Hannah's guilt.
"I wanted to break the engagement," Hannah said all at once, running the words together. She didn't think it was fair to tell her grandmother that Carl had recently lost his job; the fewer who knew, the better. The best way to handle it was to be diplomatic, she decided.
"This is a bad time for Carl," she offered. "He's under a lot of pressure right now. I wanted to tell him about meeting Joshua. I've tried - honest, I have - but something always happens. For a long time I figured that it was too late for Joshua and me. I even tried not to see him again."
"That wouldn't have worked."
Hannah glanced up at her grandmother, wondering at the strength and conviction in the older woman's words.
"You and Joshua were meant to be together," Sylvia elaborated.
Hannah rested her head against her grandmother's knee. "Joshua came into the deli this afternoon."
"David knows him?"
"He's a frequent customer."
"Then he knows good food when he tastes it."
Hannah smiled.
"Tell me what happened," Sylvia encouraged.
"Joshua wanted to talk to me, but it was impossible there. I'm sure he was about to suggest that we meet elsewhere - we've done it before - but he didn't get the chance.
"Somehow Joshua and Dad got involved in a conversation, and then Dad told him that Carl and I had set the wedding date. He actually invited Joshua to the wedding."
Her grandmother sighed heavily. "I don't imagine Joshua was pleased."
"He looked so hurt." That was the only way she could think to describe the anguish she'd witnessed in Joshua's eyes. "He congratulated me, and before I had a chance to explain, he left the deli. I got away as soon as I could and hurried to his office, but he wasn't there and his secretary couldn't tell me when he'd be back. I've got to talk to him." She squeezed her eyes shut, berating herself silently.
"What would you have said if he had been at his office?" her grandmother questioned.
"I longed to explain how Carl and I had been coerced into picking a date for the wedding."
"Do you think that was what he wanted to hear?"
"No," Hannah murmured miserably. "He wants to hear that I've told Carl about us. He needs to know that I've broken off the engagement, and that my family's been told that I won't be marrying Carl."
"My guess is that he'd be willing to speak to your parents with you."
Hannah dreaded telling her parents most. She'd never considered having Joshua stand with her and immediately knew that he would want to be there. He'd never ask her to confront her family alone.
With an energy that had escaped her earlier, she leapt to her feet. "I've got to talk to him."
"Joshua?" her grandmother asked.
"No, Carl. I can't worry about his feelings any longer. He doesn't need me to hold his hand."
"Good girl." Her grandmother's face beamed with pride.
"Joshua is the man I love, he deserves my loyalty. As soon as I've talked to Carl, I'll speak to Joshua."
Sylvia looked well pleased. "That, my dear, sounds like a plan."
The anger inside Roberto simmered just below the exploding point. His patience was gone, his temper unreasonable, his mood black. He'd probably offended every customer he'd dealt with in the last couple of days. Matters would improve drastically, he realized, if he could stop thinking about Brynn. But that seemed impossible.
He wished to hell she'd leave. Pack her bags, hand in her resignation, and go back where she belonged. Because she sure as hell didn't fit in this neighborhood. A delicate, beautiful rosebud among thistles.
The only way to convince her he wanted nothing more to do with her was to shove her out of his life. His chest ached with a crippling tightness for all that he'd lost. He hadn't meant to do it then and there, but she'd forced his actions, coming to him the way she had.
Modesto's injuries had convinced him of the terrible risk Brynn was taking working in this neighborhood. She was an easy target. Too easy. She refused to listen to reason and defied him at every turn. Fine. She could do as