Pania stares me down, and I give in and blink first.

“Please? I need to talk to her.”

“Then you come back when she’s here. I’m not giving you her address.” She narrows her eyes.

“If she hasn’t given you her number or address, she’s not going to do it now.” Damon actually has the nerve to smirk at me.

“You know you can butt out any time you like. This isn’t really any of your business.”

He stands up, which is laughable because I have a good foot and a half over him. “I’m trying to look after my friend.”

It’s my turn to smirk. “No, you’re just trying to piss out your territory and it’s a pretty small circle from where I’m standing.”

“Ahem.”

We both turn to look at Pania.

“Both of you need to leave because I am not having this place turn into Testosterone City.” She looks at me, then at him.

“You can’t kick me out,” Damon says.

“Just watch me.” She gives him what I can only describe as a death stare, and he visibly shrinks in front of her.

“Oh, you’re good.” I grin.

Damon glares at me, and all I do is shrug.

“Delaney’s not going to waste her time with you. She’s too good for that,” he says.

Pania rolls her eyes. “Don’t you start that shit again. Get out of here.” She turns to me. “You too.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Her lips twitch, but she doesn’t budge an inch. “Don’t you pile on the charm, actor boy. Get out of here.”

“I will. Could you please let Delaney know I’m looking for her?”

She nods. “Of course.”

I make the first move, but I know Damon’s right behind me. He grumbles all the way out. Something about arrogant Americans.

Reaching the door, I hold it open. “After you.”

He glares at me while I wave him through, but thankfully he heads in a different direction to where my car’s parked.

I let out a sigh, walking down the street toward the car.

“Josh Carter.”

It’s an older voice that says my name, and I turn to see a woman approaching me.

She smiles. “I thought that was you. I’m Maureen Randell.”

I nod. “It’s nice to meet you.” For a moment, I hesitate, but it’s not going to hurt to ask. “Can I ask you something? Do you know where Delaney lives?”

Her smile grows. “I do. But I’d really like a favour from you first.”

One of my eyebrows inches up. “What kind of favour?”

“My niece Hannah. She loves Reece Evans, and I understand you’re friends with him.”

I chuckle. “I am. He’s one of my best friends.”

“I was wondering if you could get him to send her a message? Just to say hello. She would love that.”