“Sure thing.” I pull my phone out of my pocket. “I’ll call him now.”

Her eyes widen. “Really?”

“It’s no problem.”

I dial Reece and smile when he answers, his southern drawl coming down the line. “Josh. What’s up? It’s two in the morning.”

“Where are you?”

“London.”

I laugh. “Sorry, I thought you were in New York.”

“Filming shifted a few days ago.”

“Thanks for answering. I really need a favour.”

He sighs. “What is it now? Who do I have to kill?”

I laugh again. We’ve been tight for seven years, and he’s one of the few people who I know really has my back. That’s why I know he’ll do this for me.

“If I give you a phone number, can you call this woman and just say hello to her? In exchange her aunt is giving me Dee’s address.”

He gasps. “Dee? You found her?” Of all my friends, Reece was the one who never met Delaney when we were together. He has the attention span of a goldfish when it comes to women, and at nineteen he was never around because he was either auditioning or getting laid.

“I did, and I’ve spoken to her, but now I need to go visit.”

“That sounds stalkerish.”

“Dude.”

He sighs. “Fine. Just text me the number and I’ll do it right away. I’ll chat to her for a bit and then try and get back to sleep. You’re lucky I’m still feeling like shit from the jetlag and not working in the morning.”

“Thanks. I really appreciate it.”

“You owe me now, Joshua. I want nudes if this woman is everything you made her out to be.”

“Not a chance. Please just make this call.”

“Have I ever let you down?”

I pause, but can’t find anything in my memory to suggest he has. “No. Which is why I looove you.”

“Oh, stop it and go get your woman.”

Mrs Randell’s face is lit up with anticipation as I hang up the call. “If you give me her number, I’ll text it to Reece and he’ll call her now.”

She grins. “Oh, thank you. Delaney lives in the next street over, directly behind the diner. I’m not sure of the number, but the street is Tui Street and hers is the last house.”

She hands over her phone with the number showing, and I tap out a text to Reece.

“All done. I’m sure she’ll let you know when it’s happened.”

“I’m sure she will. Thank you so, so much.”

“Thank you.”

I jump back into the car, bring up the town on Google Maps and trace a path around the block to what looks like Delaney’s place. I guess I’ll know it when I see it. Maybe.