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respected him. He was a good, honorable man and, according to her parents, a fine catch.

Her mother couldn't have been more pleased when Hannah first started dating Carl. A rabbi's son. In Ruth's eyes, Carl was a better catch than a doctor or even an attorney.

An attorney. Automatically Hannah's thoughts drifted back to Joshua, although he'd never been far from her mind since they'd met.

"Here," Ruth said, handing Hannah the bag loaded with faxed orders. "With your head full of romance, can I trust you not to confuse these orders?" she teased affectionately.

"Of course," Hannah answered, and blushed.

"Your head's some place else these days." Her mother leveled her gaze on Hannah. "Your head and your heart." Hannah reached for her hand-knit scarf and wool coat. The deli employed a number of runners, but she was often needed to fill in during the lunch-hour rush.

"I won't be long," she promised before heading out into the cold.

Both her parents stared after her, and Hannah had the distinct impression that they would soon be bragging to their customers about her imminent engagement to Carl.

The wind nipped at her face as she hurried along Front Street in the bustling financial district. Taxis honked with impatience and a bus roared past, leaving her to choke on its exhaust.

Hannah's steps were filled with purpose as she wove her way in and around the foot traffic. She hadn't gone more than a block when she heard someone call her name. After a moment's hesitation, she looked over her shoulder. She didn't see anyone she knew.

"Hannah, wait."

The voice was recognizable now. Joshua.

She scanned the crowd but couldn't see him. Then she found him, standing on the other side of the street. He raised his arm high above his head and waved to attract her attention.

Standing on her tiptoes, Hannah smiled and waved back.

Joshua gestured for her to wait, and as soon as the traffic passed, he jogged across the street.

"Hello again," he said, smiling down at her.

"Hello."

There didn't seem to be anything more to say, but her pulse quickened and she felt as if her heart were trying to escape from inside her chest.

"I was on my way to the deli when I saw you."

"I'm delivering orders," she told him. She didn't have time to talk, not when hungry customers were waiting for their lunches. "I can't visit now." Regret settled over her. All day she'd waited for the opportunity to see Joshua again, and now, when she did happen upon him, she was forced to leave.

"I'll come with you," he suggested.

"But . . ."

"Do you have to get back right away?"

She should. She knew she should. Her parents might need her to make a second run and possibly a third. She hedged, not sure what to do.

"Five minutes," Josh suggested. "Ten. Listen, I'll help you deliver these orders and you won't be away any time at all. Don't say no, Hannah."

Hannah knew she shouldn't, but she found it even more difficult to turn him down, to deny herself the pleasure of this one short encounter. She gave him a barely discernible nod, praying she was doing the right thing.

Even before she had a chance to think the matter through, Joshua reached inside her carrying bag and grabbed three lunch orders. Not giving her time to protest, he rattled off the address to his office and instructed her to meet him there in ten minutes.

Feeling slightly guilty, she hurried to deliver what remained of the orders. Hannah often took a couple of minutes to chat with her customers, many of whom she considered friends, but not this afternoon. She was in and out as fast as she could manage it.

As soon as she could, she made her way to Joshua's office building. Crammed inside an elevator, she headed for the twenty-sixth floor. The elevator doors slid open and she stepped into an office complex lavishly decorated in mauves and grays. The names of the law firm partners were elegantly sprawled in large gold letters across one fabric-covered wall.

Hannah had been inside this complex a number of times and knew it to be one of the most prestigious law firms in Manhattan. She'd had no idea Joshua was a part of this firm.

Law clerks bustled about, and the phone jingled. Clients lingered in the waiting room.

"May I help you?" the receptionist asked. If she recognized Hannah as the girl from the deli, she didn't say anything.

"I'm Hannah Morganstern," she said.

The woman's face relaxed into a smile. "Ah yes, Mr.