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swept over
Jordan
. He felt like he had lived this moment before, or dreamt of living it. Paramnesia. While his mind tried desperately to grasp a fleeting memory that wasn’t there,
Jordan
willed the analytical part of his brain to mentally record the phenomenon. He wanted to remember every detail of the experience so he might effectively log the incident in his journal for further study.
    “Let’s check the office,” Jack said.
    Pulled from his musings by the suggestion, he followed his brothers to their work area.
    Jordan
was pleasantly surprised to find that the room hadn’t been ransacked. The only thing that seemed out of order were the—
    “She moved my chair,” Jack grumbled, rolling it back onto the floor mat before his desk.
    Poor Jack, he didn’t like anyone sitting in his chair. “Well, she sat in and adjusted mine,”
Jordan
offered, indicating that the seat to his chair was higher than usual.
    Thump!
    They swung around to find Jon’s chair tipped over backwards—with him in it, his feet dangling uselessly in the air.
    “Fuck,” Jon growled, rolling the toppled chair over to its side and crawling out of it. “First she eats all my lunch, then she breaks my chair. What’s next?”
    Again, that eerie feeling of déjà vu assaulted
Jordan
. “Does this seem vaguely familiar to any of you?”
    “Perhaps it’s one of my psycho ex-girlfriends,” the youngest continued as he climbed to his feet. He rubbed the back of his head. “One who’s tracked me down to dish out petty revenge by booby-trapping all my stuff.”
    Jack rolled his eyes. “Go check the rest of the bunker while Jordan and I finish up here.”
    “Gladly.” Jon moved toward the exit. “Be sure to check my computer for rigged explosives. I don’t want to hit the space bar and lose a finger.”
    Jack waited until Jon left the room before approaching the large safe in the corner. He looked over his shoulder as he began twirling the dial. “I’m going to run an inventory. You can start checking the equipment.”
    “What? So I’m the one who loses a finger?”
    Jack smiled. “Take it as a compliment. You’re a genius when it comes to technology. You’d know better than I if something’s been tampered with.”
    Jordan
was just about to offer a smartass retort when movement in the doorway caught his eye. He turned to find the youngest sibling standing there with the most perplexed expression on his face.
    “What’s wrong?” Jack asked Jon.
    “Um…not to sound all mother goose or anything, but there’s some blond chick in my bed.”

Chapter Three
     
     
    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