Had she started to realize her meal ticket rested with him, not his son? Did Lanie want him to think she was different, to persuade her to accept his gifts? How soon before she had a change of heart and came to love being pampered? As his mistress, she could have anything she wanted. She was savvy enough to know that.
Maybe she was setting him up for something more. Clearly, Lanie had marriage in mind, with its permanence, or at least permanent monetary settlement. His eyes narrowed as he contemplated the idea. It made sense for her to sell her persona as a sweet, impoverished girl with too much pride for charity. With a grimace, he decided two could play the game. He would let Lanie think she was convincing him of her goodness, all the while knowing what she really was. When it was time
