Reba Hart has been a single, independent woman for the last 8 years. Her ex- husband and her best friend have been divorced for 2 years. Reba lives in her house with her son Jake. Kyra is 20 years old and at Northeastern University in Boston, Massachusetts. Cheyenne and Van have moved across town with their daughter Elizabeth and their son Peter. Jake is 15 years old and learning how to drive a car. Right now, Reba is at home by herself. The phone rings.

"Hello." Reba answers the phone. On the other line is Brock, her ex husband.

"Reba, I was wondering if Jake could come stay with me tonight." Brock asks.

"Well Brock, it just so happens that he has plans with Van and Cheyenne for tonight." Reba tells him.

"Oh." Brock responds sadly.

"Why?" Reba asks.

"I really just wanted a reason to see you. I haven't seen you in a couple of months. We are best friends, husband and wife; really." Brock states.

"Ex- husband and wife." Reba corrects him.

"You really know how to squash a moment don't you?" Brock asks.

"Fine, if you want to come see me tonight, I don't care." Reba replies with a sigh. Brock exhales excitedly. "Why do I get that this is the most exciting thing you have done all week?"

"I got Henry last weekend, so it's not my weekend this time, and I get bored in the condo all by myself." Brock tells her.

"I know how you feel. I get sick of being in this big house all by myself. I am thinking about selling the place and buying me a house closer to Mama and Daddy. I don't need this huge house for just me anymore. Jake has been talking like he wants to move in with you, so that would be perfect." Reba replies.

"Well I would love for my son to come live with me, but I would hate for you to be lonely and move 9 hours away from us. I mean Cheyenne, Van, Jake, Elizabeth, Peter." Brock starts to say.

"And you?" Reba finishes.

"Yeah. I guess, but I am more worried about the kids. They would be heartsick if you just up and left after you worked so hard to get Van and Cheyenne a nice house." Brock replies.

"I don't know Brock. I just know that there are too many memories in this house, and it's getting too big for me to live by myself." Reba says.

"Here, I have an idea; I will come over now and we can talk about it." Brock says.

"Alright." Reba responds. They hang up the phone. Reba goes into the kitchen and gets an opened bottle of wine out of the refrigerator and pours herself a glass. She takes a small sip of it. When she walks back into the living room, she sits the glass on the table. There's a knock on the door. Reba opens it to find Brock standing there.

"That was awfully quick Brock." Reba says.

"I know, but I had to come see you." Brock replies.

"What has gotten into you Brock?" Reba asks him giving him a strange look.

"Reba, I know that it has been a long time since we were together. You probably don't feel the same way about me anymore, but I still love you. I want to be with you." Brock says.

"Wanna bet?" Reba asks him.

"What?" Brock asks.

"Do you have any idea how much I love you, but I can't have anything to do with you because you left me. We are in uncharted waters here. I don't know what you'll do if we are together again. My body wants you. To be with you." Reba states.

"Then what's stopping you?" Brock asks.

"Barbara Jean was stopping me for 6 years. I couldn't hurt her like that." Reba says.

"What about now? Barbara Jean has been in Arkansas for 2 years, Reba." Brock says. Reba turns from him. "I still love you Reba."

"Then why did you treat me like you did?" Reba asks turning around to face him.

"Everybody makes mistakes! You aren't perfect either." Brock responds putting his hand on Reba's shoulder. She reaches with her other hand to put it on his. She turns to face him. He kisses her. She breaks the kiss.

"Should we be doing this?" Reba asks him.

"What's stopping us?" Brock asks. He picks her up and carries her upstairs.

"You forgot about the door. You can't open it with me in your arms Brock." Reba laughs.

"Sure I can." Brock says. When they get to the bedroom door, he proves it by pushing the door down, almost beating it down.

"Well done." Reba applauds him. Brock smiles. When they get in the bedroom he puts her feet on the floor. Brock once again kisses her soft lips. Reba reaches up to unbutton his blue polo shirt. After she unbuttons it, he pulls it over his head. Brock gets agitated with Reba because today was the day she chose to wear a turtleneck, sweater, and a t-shirt. Removing each layer, Brock gets hungrier and hungrier for his ex wife. By the time Reba is in her brassiere and slacks Brock is practically drooling. Reba bends down and pulls off Brock's lounge pants. Reba notices that Brock is wearing the boxers she bought him for their first anniversary. When she stands back up Brock kisses her again. He hugs her tightly blowing softly in her ear. Reba moves her hair from behind her head to give him easier access to her bra. He unfastens her silky pink bra and lets it fall to the floor. Her bare skin is touching his. He gently pushes her toward the bed. As she gets on she lets her slacks fall to the floor. He gets on the bed with her. Looking at a chest that he took advantage of for the last 28 years he starts crying. Not sad tears, but tears of happiness. Just like a baby, Brock softly wrapped his mouth, and then took it off. Each time he did he let his tongue swipe a few times. The tension was incredible.

"Come on, just do it." Reba says sighing and moaning from under him. Brock gets the picture. During, Reba can't even talk. All she can do was gasp and try to catch her breath. When Reba is able to catch her breath Brock leans up and looks at her.

"Are you okay?" Brock asks.

"Yeah." Reba says weakly. Then there is a knock on the door. "Yes!" Reba says trying to keep her composure.

"I just wanted to tell you that I am heading over to Cheyenne's!" Jake hollers.

"Okay, Jake. Be careful!" Reba replies.