Had Jack not been standing there witnessing it for himself, he would have never believed it possible. He still couldn’t.

There really was a gorgeous, nearly naked woman sleeping Jon’s bed.

“She’s pretty,” Jon whispered. “Can we keep her?”

Jordan smacked Jon’s chest with the back of his hand. “She’s not a stray animal, you dimwit.”

Jack gently shook her shoulder, but she didn’t wake up. Is she unconscious? The poor woman looked a little worse for wear.

Noting the leaves in her hair and the pile of dirty, tattered clothes laying on the floor, he guessed she was lost tourist... a really, really lost tourist. She’d probably been wandering the wilderness for days before stumbling upon their bunker.

“Like the story,” Jordan remarked. “That’s why I kept feeling the déjà vu.”

“What story?”

“Goldilocks and the Three Bears.”

Jack drew his eyes away from the sleeping beauty and frowned. “The fairy tale?”

“Oh, yeah,” Jon concurred with a chuckle. “Think about it. In the story, a little blond girl comes upon the home of a family of bears who are away, taking a walk in the woods. The little girl goes inside their house and finds three bowls of porridge. She tries them all, and ends up eating all of the baby bear’s porridge. She then sits in the three chairs, and breaks the baby bear’s chair. She lies down in three beds, and the bears find the little girl sleeping in baby bear’s bed”

“She’s no little girl.” This woman was a man’s dream come true.

“Come on,” Jon exasperated. “It’s so clear. You’re the papa bear, Jordan’s the momma bear, and I’m the baby bear.”

“Hey! Why do I have to be the momma bear?” Jordan complained.

Jon continued, “This woman has golden locks, and we have the ability to shift into bears. While we were at the stream, in the woods, she stumbled upon our bunker and came inside. She tried the beef stew we left out on the table, and ate all of mine. She sat in all our office chairs, and broke mine. Now she’s sleeping in my bed. And I guess I should tell you both, your bedspreads are wrinkled.”

“It’s just a coincidence.” Jack gently tugged the covers away. Her hands were dirty and scratched, and bruises marred the skin on her arms and legs. “She’s probably a very lost hiker. And we need to get her out of here before the local authorities come looking for her.”

“Oriana Ricci,” Jordan read off a laminated card, then gestured to the pile of tattered clothes. “I found this in her pocket. She’s a pilot.”

 “Do you think she has a plane nearby? Do you think she crashed?”

“Her plane might be near, but I don’t believe she crashed.” Jordan’s gaze roamed over. “She’d be in far worse condition than this, and there would’ve been some indication if a plane had crashed in the area. We would have heard or felt an explosion, seen or smelled smoke. Plus, we monitor the radio chatter. There’s been no mention of a mayday coming in, of a plane going down, the need to form a search and rescue party, or even the mention of a plane missing.”

“Lost hiker or lost pilot? What’s your theory?”

“Pilot. Plane malfunctioned, she was forced to land. Radio is out, and she got lost looking for help. No one’s reported her missing yet.”

So she had a plane. All the easier. They would help her get back to it. The faster she was out of their lives, the better for them all.

“Hey, lady. Wake up,” Jack said, poking her arm. “We’re going to take you back to your plane.”

“What are you doing?” Jon bit out.

“What does it look like?”

“Even if you can wake her, she’s in no condition to fly.”

“Fine, she can stay here and rest.” Jack poked her again. “But we still need to know where the plane is so we can fix it and send her on her way, preferably before someone sends a search party looking for her.”

And more importantly, he needed to know how much of a security threat she was. How lost was she? Or if she wanted, could she find her way back to their bunker to pay them a visit at a later date?

“You don’t have to be a dick about it,” Jon muttered, nudging Jack and Jordan out of the way. “Move. I’ll wake her up.”

When Jon knelt beside the bed and gently took one of her hands in his, Jordan chuckled. “What are you going to do, prince charming? Kiss her awake?”

Jon scowled. “No, you ass.”

Jack lifted one hand in a gesture of impatience. “Whatever you’re going to do, just get on with it.”

Jon used his free hand to smooth the hair away from the woman’s face before lowering his lips to her ear like a lover trying to rouse his partner after a night of passion. “Oriana, honey, wake up.”

She whimpered softly.

“Oriana? Please wake up for me.”

Her eyelids fluttered open for a brief moment, then fell close again. “Jonathan,” she whispered.

Jack felt his jaw go slack. How in the hell did she know his brother’s name? Did she know them?

“Are you okay?” the youngest asked.

“Tired. Cold,” she mumbled.

Jon pulled the covers back over her body.

She snuggled deeper into them. “Sorry. Your bed.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

“Didn’t think you would.” Though her eyes remained closed, a small smile touched her lips. “The nice one. The fun brother and...” she trailed off.

A large grin crossed his face. “The best looking?”

Jack rolled his eyes.

“All three brothers...” She yawned. “…great looking.”

The mattress dipped as Jordan sat down. “How do you know us? Have we met?”

“Sleep now, talk later.” She then rolled over again, giving them her back.

Jack walked to the other side of the bed. He crouched down and smoothed the matted curls back so he could see her face. “How did you get here? Where’s your plane?”

Her lips began moving, but he couldn’t understand anything she was saying.

“What?” He shook her shoulder. “How did you get here?”

“Stop, Jack,” she grumbled. “The plane broke in the lake and fell down the hill.” She then pressed her face further into the pillow.

He shook her again, harder this time. “How do you know my name?” he demanded. “Who sent you? Why are you here?”

Oriana lifted her head and looked at him—but not. “I know you. You’re the asshole brother. My plane broke.” Suddenly, her head dropped back down and her eyes fell closed, her breathing again soft and steady in slumber, as if the outburst never happened.

Jordan erupted into laughter. “She seems to know you very well.”

“She didn’t mean it,” Jon offered. “I think she’s so exhausted she doesn’t know what she’s saying. You know, like when you’re talking to someone in your dream, and someone in real life is also trying to talk to you, so you mix the conversations up?”

“There you go, Jack,” Jordan chimed in. “If that’s the case, even in her dreams you’re an asshole.”

Jack ignored the taunts and rose to his feet. “We’ve never met this woman before, yet she knows our names.”

“Use a bit of logic, please,” Jordan said. “She was in our office, and in our rooms. We have all sorts of things around here with our names on it—pictures, paperwork, etcetera. I’m sure she made an educated guess on who was who based on a cursory examination of our personal items.”

“Let’s hope we’re not giving her too much credit,” She fell down the hill...lake. “Jon, you know this area better than anyone. She couldn’t have wondered far from her aircraft. Search the nearest lakes that are large enough for her to land on. Jordan, go with him, just in case the plane is found. You two try to fix whatever is wrong with it. Don’t forget to bring your tools and camping supplies, in the event that you have to stay out over night.”

“What are you going to do?” Jon asked.

“You mean in addition keeping an eye on our guest? I’m going to finish checking the bunker, and then I’m going to do some research and see if our guest is really the person her ID says she is.”