“Yes.” How the hell do I explain this? “There’ll be singing, maybe speeches, and a challenge. But like I said, someone should be with you to go through it as it happens.”

“Can you be that someone?”

I smile and shake my head. “No. I’ll be here. But enjoy. It’ll be a lovely way to kick things off for your movie.”

I’m not sure if he believes me, but I give him another smile and walk back toward the kitchen.

“What was that all about?” Pania asks.

“Something about a movie that’s filming here soon. There’s a pōwhiri on the main production site according to the paper they had.” I grin. “He was trying to work out the word on his little sheet of paper. Maybe you should go out there next time. A Māori speaking te reo might just make his head explode.”

Pania laughs. “I’d just confuse him. He could have looked it up on the net. Speaking of which …” She pulls out her phone. “What’s the name of the movie?”

“Uhh.” For a moment, I’m blank. “Twisted Hearts?”

She taps something into her phone.

“Do you know who the star of the movie is?” Pania looks at me over her glasses.

My sinking stomach tells me I know what she’s getting at. “No.”

“No, you don't know, or no you don't want to know?” Her smarmy smile rankles me.

“Smugness is very unbecoming.”

She laughs. “Should I tell you who the star is?”

I shrug, already knowing what she's about to say. She wouldn't be acting like this if it was anyone else on the planet.

“Let me guess. Josh Carter.” My delivery of his name is flat, as it usually is on the odd occasion when I’ve been forced to acknowledge his existence.

“He's coming to town, Delaney.”

I swallow hard. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how hurt I was that morning six years ago. He broke my heart in two.

“Delaney?” I shake my head as Pania says my name as if to shake me out of my thoughts. “If I find out where he’s staying, we could go and egg his house.”

I chuckle. “I thought you might have some idea to hook us up. I’m relieved you're only thinking of a little vandalism instead.”

She cocks her head, giving me her sympathetic expression. “Why would I try getting you together with that arsehole?”

“Because you’re a hopeless romantic who likes hot arseholes?”

She lets out a burst of laughter. “Oh, that is going in the Delaney smart mouth hall of fame.”

“Even the thought of him gets under my skin. How long are they filming for?”

Pania shrugs. “How would I know? Maybe you should have spent more time talking to those customers. I bet they have all the details.”