“Wait, will you keep her down there?”
“It might be expensive.”
“Whatever it costs.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that,” Nick said before ending the call. He turned his phone to silent and put it back in his pocket.
“So you’ve come up with a plan?” Adrienne settled into the chair across the table from him.
“Iguazu Falls, Machu Picchu, Punta Arenas—”
“Punta what?”
“It’s near Antarctica. There’s a penguin colony. Patagonia. The Glacier National Park.”
“Wow. This sounds expensive.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I can’t let you pay for me.”
“Why not?” He grinned. “Consider it a business expense.”
“I’m going to make videos of you singing in all these locations?”
“Hmm, I’ll be a Where’s Waldo with a guitar.”
“I love it! But…”
“But what?”
“I need to start thinking about going home.”
“Why?”
Her eyes welled with tears. “Oh, Nick, what am I going to do?”
“You are going to travel South America with me.”
“I’m going to make you a star is what I’m going to do,” she said, “but we don’t need to travel to do that.”
“But it’ll be more fun this way,” Nick told her.
She tipped her head, hiding her eyes. “True,” she murmured. When she looked up, she looked more hopeful. “Where do you want to go first?”
“I thought we’d make a circle,” he said, turning his laptop and showing her his proposed map. “Iguazu Falls, Machu Picchu, Patagonia, the glaciers.”
“Why not Brazil?”
“We’d need to get a visa, but we could stop in Venezuela, maybe Costa Rica and Cancun on our way home.”
“It all sounds so…incredible.”
Nick wanted to tell her that the most incredible, unbelievable part of the whole thing was that Seb, always so smart, had turned into an idiot of a husband. “But it’ll take a few days to get our flights set up, so until then, tell me—are you afraid of ghosts?”
“Why?”
“I want to sing in the Recoleta Cemetery before dawn.”
