Sage wasn’t convinced. She eyed the private jet with a frown. “I’m not sure I should get on a plane and not know where I’m going.”

Feral grinned and glanced at her mom and Isaline. “What do you two think? Should she go with me?”

Her mother gave Sage an are-you-insane-to-question-this? look. “If you don’t go, I’ll go and I might keep him for myself.”

Isaline shook her head and shoved a coat on Sage’s hand. “Just go. Have fun. Trust us. Feral has a fabulous day planned for you. Enjoy it.”

“This looks expensive,” she complained to Feral. “I hope you’re not spending a bunch of money on me because it’s going to make me feel bad. And money is totally not the way to my heart.”

Isaline snorted. “He’s not trying to buy your happiness with money. He’s just spoiling you a little. Let the man do his thing and chill.”

Mom rolled her eyes. “Child, just enjoy the day.” She turned to Feral. “Are you going to go broke because of today?”

Feral chuckled and shook his head, his smile transforming his face from sexy to smoking hot. “Not even making a dent.”

Mom turned to Sage. “There, happy now? Go have fun and stop being a stick in the mud.”

“I hate to say it,” Isaline told Sage, “but you’re turning into a party pooper. Just enjoy yourself.”

Sage took the coat and decided to give a surprise full-day date a chance. She didn’t like surprises. It was one of the things her mother and Isaline had always complained about, but Sage had one rule and that was it. They ignored her all the time, but she still tried.

“Fine,” she sighed, “I’ll go have fun.”

Feral grabbed her by the arm and guided her toward the awaiting jet. “Don’t sound so excited, sweetheart.”

She waved her mom and sister goodbye and boarded the jet, hoping it felt a lot bigger than it looked.

* * *

New York City. He’d taken her to New York City. Sage glanced out the limo window, her gaze drinking in the sights and sounds of Times Square. The smell of roasted peanuts and hot dog carts made her smile. Snow fell in big, fat flakes, making the city look magical.

“This is so beautiful,” she sighed, closed the window and turned to Feral, a smile on her face. “Thanks for making me come.”

A sexy grin came on his face. “You’re welcome, but we haven’t done anything yet.” He leaned into her, whispering by her ear. “And I have yet to make you come, sexy, but trust me, it’s on the agenda.”

She grinned and shook her head at his flirting. “I hadn’t been to New York in the winter. It’s so beautiful. The snow. The smells. It just feels like a wonderland.”

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “You’re beautiful.”

She hugged him tightly. Even though both their wool coats gave a thick barrier, she swore she could feel his heart beat under her palm.

They stopped at the theater district. The limo took them to a back entrance of a building, so she wasn’t sure where they were, but a security man nodded at Feral and then opened a door.

“Right this way, Mr. Kincaid,” the security man said and led them down a long hallway. She didn’t see anything that distinguished where they could be, but they were soon going up a flight of stairs that brought them into the orchestra level of a theater. She glanced at the stage in confusion.

“What is this?” she asked in a hush.

The theater was empty except for the two of them. There were a couple special seats in the center of the middle opening. Unlike the small theater seats, these two were large cushioned chairs with a small table in front of it with a reserved sign on it.

“You’ll see,” he said by her ear as he guided her to the special seats. They sat down. Lights dimmed and suddenly a person dressed in a leotard and cat make-up came out on the stage. She turned to face him, her jaw hanging from shock.

“What did you do?” she squealed in a hush.

He picked up her hand and brought it to his lips, brushing a soft kiss on her palm. “I hate crowds. You wanted to see this show. I found a way to make it happen.”

He took her to see Cats on Broadway. They were at the Neil Simon Theater and she couldn’t believe the show had just begun. Her emotions were all over the place from shock.

Her heart melted and warmth filled her chest. He’d made it his business to find out that Cats was back on Broadway and took her to a show in a private jet.

Good god, how had he come up with this? Cats. The ultimate show she’d been dying to see. Her mind reeled. How important had she become to him in just a few days? Could he be thinking of her the same way Savage saw Zuri? She knew enough about shifters to know they mated once and it was for life. But was she really Feral’s mate?

God, she hoped so. Her heart was already open to the things he said and did. She wanted to go forward and see where this would go.