Chapter 7“I have to say, I didn’t expect you to take me here.”
“Why not?” Nick ran a hand through his hair. The back of his neck was still wet, but their walk from the club down Queen Street to Nathan Phillips Square outside the Eaton Centre had cooled them both off significantly. They shuffled into a small crevice next to a second-storey landing. The structure they rested on surrounded the (now empty) ice rink, which had been transformed into an open park for the summer months. High-rises and the large mall loomed on the skyline, while traffic passed by below them to their left. “What’s wrong with this place? It’s always felt like a hideaway ever since I discovered it.”
“Nothing is wrong with this, actually. I kind of love it here. I’m definitely a fan of hideaways. You just never seeme
