Except he was. She knew him well enough to see the simmering of his disappointment and fury just below the surface. Even though it had never been her intention to hurt him, she had. She'd rejected his offer, rejected him to return to the husband she claimed that she didn't love and the one she feared. Only someone with the patience of a saint wouldn't be upset with her and Augustus was no saint. Deciding it was best that she not call any attention to the lie, she pressed forward. There was something that had been bothering her for awhile.