14Which was a fair prediction of the effect Kate had on everyone at the restaurant on Saturday night. It had begun when Harry arrived to pick her up. Kate and Sasha lived in a second-floor walkup apartment in a “good” area, but the place wasn’t remotely in the same league as the properties Kate showed to her well-heeled clients. Usually, she met her dates at a bar or restaurant, but Harry had insisted on coming to her door.
His sleek black Mercedes SL 550 convertible was the finest car the apartment parking lot had ever seen, and a number of residents found a reason to take their dog or baby for a stroll so they could get a closer look at it, and at him, waiting for Kate to come downstairs. He nodded politely to each, even graciously leaning down to pet their dogs.
After maybe five minut
