A soft knock on the door jars me awake. My brain takes a moment to remember where I am.
Peering over at Babydoll’s bare back, I smile, thankful she wasn’t a dream. I think that every morning I wake.
When the knock sounds again, I quietly peel back the blanket on the sofa bed and cover Babydoll. Searching for some jeans, I slip into them. I also reach for my gun.
When I open the door and see a young woman I don’t know standing in front of me, I don’t know whether to be relieved or not. “Can I help ye?”
Her eyes nervously drift to the gun I’m holding. But until I know who she is, it’s not going anywhere.
“I’ve wanted to call on ye for so long. To introduce myself,” she adds quickly.
“Well, now’s yer chance, love,” I bluntly say, wishing she’d hurry up.
“My name is Julia…Julia Foster.
