Reba waited for Brock to get out of the bathroom, although she didn't know why she felt like she couldn't sleep without him in the same room. Maybe it was because it was still a little bit light out. No, she thought. That's not it. I slept just fine in broad daylight earlier.

It doesn't matter, She told herself and closed her eyes. That's when Brock came out of the bathroom.

She opened her eyes again and listened.

He carried his clothes to his suitcase and set them on top and then made his way over to Reba's bed.

"Reba," He whispered. "Are you awake?"

"Yes," Reba whispered back.

She saw him come closer in the dim light. "Hey, look," He said, leaning down. "I'm sorry about earlier. About that thing with the suitcase. It was stupid."

"It's okay," Reba assured him.

"No, it's not okay." He sighed. "It was immature."

Reba, kicking herself for what she was about to do, grabbed his shirt and pulled his lips to hers.

"I'm sorry," She mumbled against his lips, sitting up, still kissing him.

He kissed her back, obviously, but it was painful for him because he knew she was just playing with his heart.

Her breaths got quicker and she kissed him harder, not knowing why she couldn't stop. Her heart was on fire in a way it hadn't ever been before. Not with Terry Holliway, not with Brian Collins, or even Jack Morgan. The desire was so strong she was holding on for dear life. She knew it could never work yet she couldn't stop herself. She didn't love him. She didn't. Yet, it was like a strange voice telling her to keep kissing him until she loved him.

She frowned and tried to pull away but Brock had his hand on the back of her neck and she couldn't bring herself to unwind her arms from around his neck.

Stop! Her brain screamed; the part that was still functioning anyway.

Stay! Her heart screamed; her whole heart. With every part of her heart that was beating, it said stay.

But, she was a logical woman, so she listened to her brain. She stopped.

Brock was dumbfounded. "What's wrong?" He whispered, his breathing was erratic.

"No," She said. "I don't know why..." Her voice trailed off as she stood. She slipped her shoes on and shook her head. "I can't do this. No, I can't. I'm sorry." She grabbed the room key. "I just don't understand why..." She opened the door and walked out, headed to any place she could get away.

But knowing she would do something dangerous if she walked down the long, dark hall, she slipped into a maid's supply closet where she slid to the floor and cried until she couldn't cry anymore.

Van quietly locked the chain on the door as Cheyenne laid a sleeping Elizabeth in the empty bed beside the window.

"You know," Van pointed out as he strolled over to close the drapes. "Your dad's not very subtle."

"What?" Cheyenne asked, pulling the covers over her daughter.

"If he was going to ask your mom to marry him, why didn't he wait and do it tomorrow or something? When we're all together? Why did he have to do it in secret?"

"Okay, Van. Do you even know what subtle means?"

"Yes. Out in the open. Public."

"No. It means on the down low. Quiet. Not public." She sat down on the bed, digging through Elizabeth's toy bag. "And you do you know Mom's seen the ring?"

"Because we saw him show it to her on the way over. Duh."

"Oh, yeah." She pulled out Elizabeth's teddy bear and set it next to the little girl. "It just doesn't make sense. I mean, they're divorced."

"So?"

"So...that would be weird."

"Are you saying you wouldn't want them to get back together?"

"I don't know! It would be strange seeing them kiss and hug and be all lovey dovey. It would change everything. I mean, why ruin it? They have a good divorce."

"You know, divorced couples get back together all the time. They had a thing about it on Dateline."

"Really?"

"Yeah." He sat down beside her. "And if they are getting back together, are you willing to support them?"

Cheyenne gave a small smile and nodded. "Yeah. Just don't bring it up. Wait for them to. We don't want them knowing we broke into Dad's car."

"Well, he's probably going to see that box of Lemonheads is missing and put two and two together."

"No way. At breakfast tomorrow morning, just say you're allergic to them. He won't suspect a thing."

"Genius!"

"I know!"

They gave each other a hug and went to bed, wondering what would happen when they awoke the next morning.

The next morning, Reba and Brock got up early to meet Cheyenne and Van for breakfast. Somewhere around midnight, Reba had gone back to the room. Brock had been asleep, thankfully, and didn't bombard her with questions. When they had awoken that morning, he didn't only not talk to her about the kiss, he didn't talk to her at all.

The four adults sat down at a booth in the hotel's restaurant and opened their menus. Jake and Elizabeth had stayed in Reba and Brock's room to sleep in for a change.

"So," Cheyenne said, casually, glancing at her menu but not really reading it. "Did everyone have a good night's sleep?"

"Just fine," Reba said as she looked at her menu.

"Me too," Brock remarked, looking away from Cheyenne's gaze.

"I had an excellent night's sleep," Van said in an overly cheery tone. "Even though I was worried about the fact that I'm highly allergic to Lemonheads."

The two looked at each other behind their menus and grinned.

"I wonder if they have any cappuccino here," Reba said, not even listening to her daughter and son-in-law, her mind wandering.

"They probably do," Cheyenne said with a nod. "So drink up. We have a full day packed with fun activities. First, a boat tour."

"What's a boat tour?" Brock asked.

"Oh, it's this neat little tour of downtown Branson, then..." She reached into her purse to pull out a brochure. She opened it up and read the rest, "It delves deep into the Arkansas River for a spectacular view of the water."

"Are we walking?"

"Oh, no. It's a car shaped like a boat."

"I bet Elizabeth would like that," Reba said.

Cheyenne nodded with a smile. "Oh, I know she will. That and the doll museum."

"Oh, I'm passing on that one," Van announced.

"What? Why?"

"Because dolls creep me out. That's why I make Elizabeth keep all her Barbies in that trunk."

Reba rolled her eyes and stood. "I'm going to check out the buffet, you guys." She walked off, eager to get away from Brock and the reminder of her stupid mistake.

She grabbed a plate and thought about what she had done.

You're selfish, she told herself. You took advantage of him and you had no right.

That's when she heard a familiar voice call her name.

"Reba, is that you?"

She slowly turned around. There, by ornate fountain, in all his handsome glory, was Dr. Jack Morgan.

She didn't know what to say or do, so she just stayed silent and still until he walked up to her.

"How have you been?" He asked. "Look at you. You look fantastic."

"Oh, well, you too." She smiled awkwardly. "How was Boston?"

"Great. I'm actually here on business."

"Ah." She pointed to herself with that little smile she always had. "Family vacation."

"Oh, really? Barbra Jean here?"

"Oh, no. Actually, her and Brock divorced last year."

"Sad to hear."

"Not really. They've been happier. Barbra Jean moved to Arkansas and Brock, well, he's been Brock."

Jack chuckled. "Good, good. Well, how are you?"

"Doing just fine."

"The real estate business treating you well?"

"As well as it can."

"Great. Well, hey, I don't mean to seem nosy, but are you seeing anyone?"

She almost said yes because of what happened between her and Brock but instead she shook her head.

"Me either. Cheryl and I divorced about five months after she talked to you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'm finally single. So, I was wondering if you would like to meet me for drinks later. Only if you want to."

"I'd love to."

"Great. Eight o'clock okay?"

"Fantastic. See you then."

"Okay. And, Reba?"

"Yeah?"

"It was great running into you again."

Okay. I'm the one writing this thing and even I'm getting frustrated with Reba! Haha. So I know you all are. But besides that, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Review and let me know!