“He sighed and bowed deeply. “Sundari. I was standing here thinking nothing could be more beautiful than this sunset tonight, but I was mistaken. You standing here in the setting sun with your hair and skin aglow is almost more than a man can…fully appreciate.”

“Wow. I didn’t think it was possible for him to look any more intoxicating than he already did. But a leather clad Ren standing next to the gorgeous racing motorcycle holding his helmet made my brain go numb. I had kind of a this-is-your-brain-on-drugs moment, only mine was more like a this-is-your-brain-on-seeing-Ren-in-tight-leather moment. If they’d been smart, the Ducati Company should have used him in a commercial and given him the bike for free.”

“No one can understand what you've been through more than Kishan and Mr. Kadam. I think the best thing you can do to repay him is to give him that level of loyalty in return. He considers you and Kishan sons and the best way a son can honor his father is to be the kind of man that would make him proud.”

“Why, aren’t you just about as sweet as syrup on a sundae? I sure would appreciate that, ma’am.” He winked. “How’d you like ta stroll the deck of this fine ship with me and watch the sunset? I need a purty girl to put her arm around me and steady this bow-legged cowboy as he finds his sea legs.” I raised an eyebrow and affected a southern accent. “Why, I think you’re a pullin’ my leg there, Texas. You’ve had your sea legs a lot longer than I have.” He rubbed the stubble on his face. “You might be right at that. Well then, how about you taggin’ along to keep me warm?” “It’s about eighty degrees.” “Shoot, you’re a smart one, you are. Then how ‘bout I jes say that a feller can get pretty lonesome by hisself in a strange country and he’d like to keep compn’y with you fer a while longer.”

“How long have you been standing there?”“Long enough to appreciate the view.”

“Just so you know, I hate camping. I'm not so much appreciating the fact that there's no bathroom out here. 'Nature calls' while walking in nature is on my list of least favorite things. You tigers, and men in general, have it so much easier than us girls.”

“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 man half the day now.""Is it more than $30,000?"He squirmed and hedged, "Yes, but-""How much more?""Much more.""How much 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 get you a nice sedan. Used.”