“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.”

“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.”

“Look, Laszlo. I'll have the dentist with me, and I don't want to alarm her any more than necessary. So take Vanna out of the backseat and stick her in the trunk."Shanna halted. Her mouth dropped open. Her throat seized up, making it hard to breathe.I don't care how much crap you have in the trunk. We're not driving around with a naked body in the car."Oh no! She gasped for air. He was a hit man.”

“Wait, you don’t have a license. You can’t drive.”He turned the car on and threw it into drive. “Hmmm, look at that, it seems I can.”

“I wasn't trying to drive you crazy, just to get your attention," he said. "Lissa, I never tried to use you. Everything that happened between us-I meant it. Including that kiss in the library. I tried to tell you the other day at my house. That this"-he held up our entwined hands-"is more than just a game to me. But...”

“Allen Leech is Tom Branson: The car I drive is a 1920 Renault and it is an absolute nightmare with all the double declutching. The owner drives it first, then I get in and the gears start clunking. Once I heard a massive clunk and I looked back and a huge piece of metal had fallen out into the road - he had to go back and get it. He'd driven that car to France and back, so I blame the owner for losing half the gearbox, not my gear changing! It's a hand-crank start and you have to be careful how you do it because once it starts spinning you can lose your thumb.”