One
Heron placed a fresh koffee on the desk in front of Grace. “Your customary bullet and a half, Commander Buteo.”
He gave a little flourish of a bow. His dark hair fell forward, cutting across his cheeks as he flicked his blue eyes up to meet her gaze.
Her heart stuttered. It had been doing that a lot lately, when she made the mistake of meeting Heron’s eyes. But Grace Buteo, co-commander of the Zone 2 precinct, was a consummate professional. She wasn’t going to let something as silly as attraction distract her from her job.
“Thank you.” She took the koffee and sipped. “It looks like two of the junior units need us to check in with them.”
“What’s going on?” Heron sat back in the chair, lacing his fingers over his lap. “Nothing too dangerous, I hope.”
Grace knew this was a lie. Hero
