Unexpected Temptations
Chapter: 3
Pairing: Reba/Brock
Rating: PG
Never in a million years would Reba have thought that she would be having such a great evening with her ex-husband. They laughed and talked over dinner, their conversations light and easy. They didn't discuss their children or their divorce or Barbra Jean.
They were genuinely happy and at a level of peace that they never imagined possible. It seemed as though they had fallen back into old times. Times before all the fighting and arguing. It was almost like they were building back the relationship that they were suppose to have.
Brock took another sip of champagne. "I've had a really good time tonight." he said, cautiously. "I am allowed to say that, right?"
"Yes." she half-laughed. "Truth is I've had a pretty good time too."
"Maybe we should do this more often then."
Reba finished off her champagne. "Perhaps." she was a little hesitant, she didn't want to say too much. "It's getting late I think we should head home."
Home. A word that snapped Brock out of his fairytale surrounding. Home. A place that he shared with Barbra Jean. A place where Reba went to bed alone. Something about that just didn't seem right to him. It didn't seem fair and he knew that it was mostly his fault. He would give absolutely anything in the world to be going home with her.
"Yeah." he breathed out. "We probably should."
Everything went silent for several long moments. It felt like an eternity though. They just sat there looking at each other wondering what the other was thinking. Struggling to read each others mind and failing so miserably. Reba reached for her purse laying on the table but Brock grabbed her hand.
It was the second time that he had reached for her hand since they had arrived at the restaurant. His hands were warm and his touch firm. "Not yet." he said, softly. "I'm having such a great time."
"I think you've had too much champagne." she never attempted to move her hand out of his grasp. Instead she reveled in the sensual feelings that he was stirring up inside of her rather knowingly or unknowingly. "I've had too much champagne." she said, softly. "I think we should call it a night."
"Not without dessert." he said. "The night wouldn't be complete without dessert."
Her eyebrow arched. "Dessert?"
Brock picked up the dessert menu that the waiter had left on the table. "We could get it to go if you'd like."
"I think that's a bad idea, Brock." she said, sliding her hand away from his. "I think that's a really bad idea."
"Cheesecake is never a bad idea." he smiled. "And I thought you were going to relax and have some fun? Here you are tensing up again."
"That's exactly the problem, Brock." she admitted. "I am having a good time. Too much of a good time."
"That's impossible!"
Reba looked away from him. "I'm having the kind of good time that I shouldn't be having with someone else's husband." she said, finding the strength to look him in the eye. "And I'm scared of where all of this might lead."
tbc...