Page 175 of Tiger's Quest
“What’s it called?”
“It’s a McLaren SLR 722 Roadster.”
“How big is it?”
“It’s a convertible.”
“Will a tiger fit?”
“No. It seats only two, but the boys are men half the day now.”
“Is it more than $30,000?”
He squirmed and hedged, “Yes, but—”
“How much more?”
“Much more.”
“Howmuch more?”
“About $400,000 more.”
My mouth dropped open. “Mr. Kadam!”
“Miss Kelsey, I know it’s extravagant, but when you drive it, you will see it’s worth every cent.”
I folded my hands across my chest. “I won’t drive it.”
He looked offended. “That car was meant to be driven.”
“Then you drive it. I’ll drive the Jeep.”
He looked tempted. “If it will appease you, perhaps we can share it.”
Kishan clapped his hands. “I can’t wait.”
Mr. Kadam wagged a finger at him. “Oh, no! Not you. We’ll getyoua nice sedan.Used.”
“I’m a good driver!” Kishan protested.
“You need more training.”
I stopped them, laughing. “Okay. When the car arrives, we’ll talk about it some more.”
“The car is already here, Miss Kelsey. It’s in the garage as we speak. Perhaps we can go for a drive later.” His eyes twinkled with excitement.
“All right, just you and me. Thank you for my wonderfully extravagant, over-the-top present.”
He nodded happily.
“Okay.” I smiled. “I’m ready for my next present.”
“That’s me,” Kishan said. He handed me a large white box wrapped with a blue velvet ribbon. I opened it, brushed aside the delicate tissue, and touched silky blue material. I stood up and took the soft gift from the box.
“Oh, Kishan! It’s lovely!”
“I had it specially made to match the robe you wore in the Grove of Dreams. Obviously the Scarf couldn’t replicate the real flowers woven through the material, but it embroidered flowers instead.”
