“It won’t be a problem,” Jace told Millie on the bus ride from the remote town El Calafate in Patagonia.
They’d flown two and a half hours from Buenos Aires without incident. Millie’s stomach in her throat, she stared out the window at the pine trees and the snow-capped mountain peaks of the Argentina Glacier National Park. She shivered. “I’m sorry, but I find the thought of trekking across a humongous piece of ice a bit overwhelming.”
“It’s the eighth wonder of the world, Freckles. That’s what the guy at the airport said. Chances are, it’s no big deal.” Jace tugged on the edge of her blue ski hat. “Even if it is, you won’t be out there on your own. You’re stuck with me, remember?”
“I know.” She remained surprisingly thankful for that. Millie zipped up her jacket. “It’s different having
