Chapter 3

Later that day Reba came home from work completely wiped out. She hated her boss. He is such a monkey's butt. She only wished she could say that but she couldn't lose her job. It paid the bills around here. She would probably have a heart attack if anyone tried to help her out. No one ever really did. Sure, Cheyenne would do laundry once in a while and try to help out with cooking but that girl couldn't cook and although laundry wasn't a difficult task, she barely could do that. Reba set her things down by the door and took off her jacket to hang it on the coat rank. She really needed a drink. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a wine glass out of the cupboard. Pouring herself a generous amount of wine she went into the living room and flopped onto the couch. She loved when she had the house all to herself. Jake was at a friend's house for the night. Van had left for Denver that morning and Cheyenne, well she didn't know where she was but she wasn't here and she liked that. She was about to take a sip of wine when she heard the door slam and someone call her name. "Reba!"

She almost cursed outloud because the door slamming made her jump and spill wine down herself. She turned to see Brock coming into the living room. She got up from the couch and walked away from him. "Don't you have a home." she said as she walked up the stairs to go change her shirt. Brock followed her.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm doing fine. Now go home." She walked into her bedroom and didn't realize Brock had followed her in and without thinking, started to unbotton her top.

Brock stopped dead in his tracks as he realized what she was doing. He should say something but he couldn't form any words. Time seemed to slow down as she watched her release her blouse from it being tucked in her pants and then she took it off dropping it to the floor, her bra soon following. His mind was very hazzy at this point and he couldn't seem to grasp the concept that he shouldn't be watching her undress. He was about to leave when she turned around. He liked what he saw.

Reba unbottoned her pants and she was about to slip them off when she turned to see Brock standing there, just staring at her. "Brock!" She said trying to cover herself with her arms. She wasn't doing a very good job though because the minute her hands let go of her pants to cover her chest, the slacks she was wearing fell. "Ahh!" She put one hand on her chest and the other to bring her pants back up. She stumbled to the closet to get out of sight.

All Brock could do was stare. He hadn't seen her naked, half naked, in four years. She hasn't gained a pound. He finally snapped out of his day dream when she started yelling at him. "What the hell are you doing? I told you to go home. Why did you come into my bedroom without my permission?"

"'I'm sorry Reba. I just..."

"You just...what...thought you could sneak a peek you pervert! Now get out!"

Brock ran his fingers through his hair a little frustrated. He didn't mean to see her naked. He didn't have to stay and watch her undress either. "I'm sorry. I'll leave." He turned only to smack his head on the opened bedroom door. "Ouch!"

"What happened?" Reba asked from the closet with a hint of concern in her voice.

Rubbing his head he answered, "I banged my head on your door."

Reba laughed a little. "Serves you right. Now Leave."

Brock sighed. "I'm going I'm going. Keep your pants on." Brock laughed a little and walked out of the bedroom and downstairs where he sat on the couch to wait for her.

Reba shook her head and peeked out the closet to see if he was truely gone. She sighed in relief she saw no one but an opened bedroom door. She quickly went over to shut and lock the door. She didn't want anything like that to happen again. It wasn't like Brock has never seen her naked before. I mean come on, they had three children together but they were divorced. He didn't have the right to see her like that anymore. She dressed quickly in a t-shirt and sweat pants. She went downstairs and rolled her eyes when she saw Brock sitting on the couch. "I thought you said you were leaving."

"I did leave. I left the bedroom." He winced as a little pain shot through his head. "Of course, not before I got hit by your door."

Reba laughed and sat down next to him. She stopped though when she saw his head. A pretty big bump and a bruise was already begining to form. "You already have a bump. Let me get you some ice." She got up and went into the kitchen. She grabbed a towel and put a few ice cubes in it. She sat down on the coffee table in front of him. "Here" she said handing him the towel.

He smiled. "Thanks." he put the ice on his head and he sighed in relief. They sat in silence for a few uncomfortable minutes. Brock really felt bad for watching her undress. He really did feel like a pervert now. "Reba. I am really sorry for what happened upstars. I didn't mean to just stand there like an idiot and..."

Reba held up her hand. "It's ok. It's not like you haven't seen me before."

Brock nodded. "But were divorced now and I still had no right."

"You didn't. It's all right Brock. Just don't make a habit to walk into my bedroom unannounced." Brock smiled and nodded. Pain etched across his face though. The bump on his head really hurt. "Here, let me see that." He removed the towel and moved closer to her to let her have a closer look. "It's not going to get any better. It will get worse before it gets better. Just keep ice on it for a while."

He nodded and smiled. "Thanks Dr. Reba." Reba laughed and then hit his arm playfully. They continued to laughed and joke for a couple of minutes. Brock looked into her eyes and there he saw it. Her laughter. When she would laugh her eyes would sparkle and seemed to laugh too. He knew that sounded a little fluffy but it was the truth. His eyes moved to her lips. Right now they were red and soft looking. He bit his lip, he was tempted to kiss her. He really wanted too.

Reba stopped laughing and found Brock staring at her again. She never realized they were pretty close right now. Their knees were touching and she could feel his breath. She saw him moving closer and she knew he was going to kiss her. She didn't want this to happen. She didn't want anything to happen and then she would get hurt again. His lips soon were mere centimeters away from hers.

As soon as their lips touched both Brock and Reba could feel the wildfires. Reba moaned against his lips and she unconsciously moved closer to him. Brock moved back into a full sitting position so Reba could move closer and straddle him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her body. His hands roamed her whole body. She could feel his hands on her back, then her behind, and then moving to the ends of her shirt pulling it off over her head. Reba moaned a little louder when he went to kiss her neck and began to move down her chest. Brock's hands moved from her behind to the front of her sweat pants and was ready to move her so he could slide them off her body.

Reba's eyes popped open and she snapped back to reality. She really wanted this but it couldn't happen. She moved away quickly and sat down. "No." she said. That's all she could say. Her breathing wasn't good at the moment and her skin was on fire from where he touched her. This going any further would be completely wrong.

Brock was taken aback. "What?"

Reba grabbed her t-shirt that was on the floor and pulled it back over her head. "This can't happen Brock. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have led you on like that but this can't go any further." Reba grabbed to towel that had the ice in it. It was kind of funny, the ice was slightly melted. She went into the kitchen and dumped what was left of the ice into the sink.

Brock followed her into the kitchen and walked right up behind her. She must have been in her own thoughts because she didn't notice him at all, until she turned around. They were very close again. "Brock, please don't make this difficult."

"Reba, you have to admit you felt something in there."

Reba smirked. "Yeah, it was poking at my thigh."

Brock rolled his eyes. "I'm talking about the sparks Reba." She went back into serious mode. She tried to move away but Brock blocked her path. "Answer me."

She looked him straight in the eye and said, "No, I didn't feel anything."

Brock nodded and she thought he was going to let her pass but he pulled her into a passionate embrace. Reba tried to pull away but Brock wouldn't let her. He held her close and the redhead soon began to respond to the blonde's advances. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed back. Brock was about to lift her shirt again but Reba again pushed him away.

Reba's eyes began to fill with tears. "I'm sorry. I can't do this. I don't want to get into this again."

Brock was confused. "Get into what Reba?"

She shook her head. "I'm not about to let you back into my life again. Everything would go wonderful and back the way it was but then you will leave again when you get bored and then decide that I'm not good enough for you."

"I wouldn't do that..."

"You already did it once. I'm not letting you do it again. Now get out."

Brock moved towards her but Reba moved back. "Reba please just..."

"Get Out!" she yelled.

The tears in her eyes were now flowing freely. She quickly wiped them away and just in time too. Cheyenne walked in through the back door with Elizabeth on her hip and a pizza box in her left hand. "Hey Mom, Dad. I brought home a pizza. You want to stay for dinner dad?"

Brock was just about to answer when Reba did it for him. "Your father was just leaving." she said in a tone that Brock knew if he didn't leave now he would regret it later. He nodded. He gave Elizabeth and Cheyenne a kiss on the cheek and mumbled a goodbye before leaving out the back door.

"I'm not very hungry sweetie. I'm going to lie down." Reba left without another word and went straight to her bedroom to lie down. All she could think about was the kiss. She didn't want to hurt him but she couldn't let it go further. She couldn't let him back into her life only for him to leave again. She wasn't going to let it happen.

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