“Miss Knight.”

She paused, her hand on the doorknob. She didn’t turn to face him, merely waited for him to say whatever was left to say.

“I would prefer someone older. Someone less like you.”

Now what the hell did that mean? Someone less like her?

“You know,” he said lamely when she turned to face him quizzically. To his credit he looked as confused as she felt.

“Nope. Don’t have a clue.” Her voice was so icy that her words practically froze ...