legs in the fishnet stockings. Fishnet, for God's sake! The only thing she could think of that would be sluttier was the thigh-high boots.
"Well, I suppose Harper can carry you if you find it too slippery," Stephanie said cheerfully.
"Right. The boots then," Drina snapped, tossing a glare at the teenager as she moved out into the pantry to get them. She almost tried to don them right there, leaning against the wall, but gave up that idea when she nearly fell over just trying to remove the shoes.
Sighing with exaspera on, she carried the boots back into the dining room and sat down to quickly remove her shoes. She then tugged on first one boot, and the other, trying to ignore just how much leg she was flashing while doing so. Drina then stood up and moved back to Harper's side.
"All set," she said with forced cheer.
Harper tore his eyes away from her boots, swallowed, nodded, and then took her arm and ushered her to the door, muttering, "Don't wait up."
She was crossing the deck when Drina decided she was glad to be wearing the boots a er all. It was cold as the dickens, and the boots at least kept her legs from freezing. They were also easier to walk in than the shoes, which were probably an inch taller. Not that the boots didn't have high heels too, but they were at least manageable. She'd felt like she was on stilts in the shoes.
Drina eyed the helicopter as they crossed the street. She then glanced around, no ng that traffic had slowed to a stop, and people were looking out the windows of the surrounding houses. As transporta on went, it definitely wasn't your low-profile choice. By her guess, every phone in town would be ringing before they'd lifted off.
Heck, half of them were probably already ringing, she thought wryly, as they ducked to rush under the blades to the helicopter door.
Chapter Five
No one had men oned how long the trip to Toronto would be by helicopter, and Drina wasn't wearing a watch, so couldn't check, but it didn't seem to take long. Though that might have been because she was busy gazing wide-eyed down at the passing lights. She'd expected they would land in another schoolyard once they reached Toronto, so was a bit startled when they set down on the top of a building. It obviously wasn't their des na on, however. A er riding down in an elevator, Harper led her through a huge, majes c lobby and outside to the curb, where a car waited. Drina sighed as she se led against the warm, cushioned seats. She listened absently as Harper spoke to the driver, and then they were moving.
"The Night Club doesn't do much in the way of food," Harper explained as he se led back in the seat next to her. "So I booked a table at a restaurant for supper. I hope that's all right?"
"Of course," Drina said with a smile. "Actually, now that you mention it, I am rather hungry."
"So am I. Now we just have to hope that this restaurant is good," he said wryly. "I called my vice president for sugges ons of where to go, not thinking that as an immortal he doesn't eat. He assured me this place is good, though, for what that's worth."
"Your vice president?" Drina asked curiously.
"I have a frozen-food business," he admi ed with a self-depreca ng grimace. "Silly, I suppose, for an immortal to run one, but I was a cook when I was much younger, and while I eventually lost interest in ea ng, I never really lost interest in food itself," he admi ed, sounding embarrassed. "So my business down through the centuries has always been in some area of food service or other. Pubs, restaurants, and finally, frozen entrees. We've branched out to wine as well the last decade or so."
"Oh, well that's - " Drina paused and glanced out the window as the car slowed and pulled to the curb.
"It wasn't far, but I thought with it being so cold tonight, a car might be the be er bet," he explained, and then leaned forward to say something to the driver. She caught what sounded like there was no need for the man to get out and get the door, and something about calling when they were done here, and then Harper opened his door and slid out. By the me Drina slid across the seat,