“Nica? A Word,” Derrick poked his head out of his office and called out to her from down the hall.
She turned her head, placing the last of the lemon slices in the condiment tray. Raven Shifters might have an inferior sense of smell when it came to other Shifters, but her hearing was just fine. And her sight, well, that was even better.
She placed the clear plastic cover back on the tiny tray, taking a second to enjoy the rainbow of sliced lemons, oranges, limes, cherries, and such, before she wiped her hands and headed to Derrick’s office.
“Yeah, boss?” she asked, knocking before entering.
“Sit down, Nica,” he invited, patting the back of the baby he held.