Chapter 1
Cheyenne and Van were living in their new home with their daughter Elizabeth and their newest member of the family, Peter. Kyra had just started her first year in college, and Jake was Reba's last baby at home.
Barbara Jean and Brocks relationship had been barely surviving the last few months. They constantly argued when they were together so Brock spent as much time as possible at Reba's house. At first, Reba didn't like him being over so much, but in the last month or so she had learned she actually enjoyed his company. It felt good to have him in the house again since Cheyenne, Van, Elizabeth, and Kyra no longer lived there. The house felt so big now. Of course, Jake was still there but he was always busy with friends. When Brock wasn't there she just felt like she was constantly being reminded of how lonely she was. And she hated that.
It was late and Reba was sitting on the couch reading a book when she heard the door in the kitchen slam. It was a familiar sound, especially recently. Reba looked up from her book, closed it, and sat it down on the table in front of her. She hesitated before walking in the kitchen, waiting for him to cool off before she entered.
"Whiskey?" Reba said, smiling and hoping to put him in a better mood.
Brock was staring in the opposite direction with his hands clinched tightly against the counter.
"Please."
"What is it this time?"
"Its everything. I don't wanna talk about it tonight. Hell, I don't even wanna think about it."
"Well, then we don't have to." Reba said as she handed him his drink.
"Thank you Reba. For everything, especially being there for me during this mes and letting me stay here so much."
"Oh, its fine Brock, really. As much as I hate to admit it, I actually enjoy having you hang around the house more often."
"Well, I like being here."
They had a few laughs in the kitchen and finished their drinks when Reba realized how late it was getting so she figured she'd head off to bed.
"So I'm guessing you'll be sleeping on my couch tonight?"
"Well, you won't let me sleep upstairs with you anymore so the couch will do." Brock said grinning.
Reba grabbed a few blankets from the closet and put them in his hands.
"Goodnight Reba." He leaned forward and gently kissed her lips. "And thanks again."
She tried to smile as she stood there in shock for a moment before she walked up to her bedroom.
She thought maybe it was the alcohol that caused him to do that, but he didn't have that much really. At least not enough to be drunk and not know what he was doing, right? But she found herself thinking about it the rest of the night and how just that simple kiss left her wanting more. And she hated that.