Chapter 10

For the next couple of days Reba couldn't get over the fact that she almost kissed Brock, twice, in the same day. The awkwardness that they swore they would try to avoid decided to settle between them again. Whenever they were alone one of them would make an excuse to leave. Reba didn't like the tension that settled between them. She just wished they could go back to the way they were before he saw her naked, before they almost kissed each other but even when they didn't kiss each other, the first day they had sparks. Reba felt them. She felt them the moment he walked through the front door and he just stood there looking so good.

Terry didn't notice anything. At least he didn't indicate that he noticed anything awkward between his wife and his best friend. Reba didn't know why Terry was so clueless. Didn't he see that something was going on between his wife and best friend? Not that he needed to be worried about anything. Nothing was going to happen between them. There was no need for anyone to worry about anything.

Reba figured all she needed to do was to get through the week and then they would go home. She would go home and forget everything that had happened in the past couple of days. Reba could go on with her life. She had a beautiful daughter who would be graduating high school soon and she had a somewhat loving husband whom she loved and adored with all her heart. She was very happy. At least that's what she kept telling herself.

She was somewhat happy they came on this trip because had met a wonderful new friend, Barbara Jean. Reba laughed when she thought of Barbara Jean. She was an interesting person. She could be serious one minute and then the next be a complete goofball. She had these funny sayings that Reba found herself saying the day after she met her and she always had fun activities planned. She took Reba shopping, well; Reba really just sat back and helped Barbara Jean choose outfits. Barbara Jean had tried to get her to buy something more than the usual clothes she wears but she had to draw the line at the outfits BJ was picking out. Reba was happy she had a new friend and made it a point to get her number so she could keep in touch with her when she left.

As Reba had said Barbara Jean was always planning activities and she had planned for all of them to go to the beach. Reba was nervous because she hadn't been to the beach since that night with Brock. She was also afraid of how she would look in a swimsuit. Barbara Jean said she had something she could borrow and she assured Reba that it was a one-piece swimsuit. Reba would never dare wear a bikini, especially to the beach, a public place.

The day they were supposed to go to the beach, Barbara Jean came early and tossed a black one-piece suit Reba's way. Reba sighed in relief when she saw that it didn't look revealing at all. She smiled and went into the upstairs bathroom to change. It was once Reba put it on that her eyes widened. There was no way she could wear this. Sure, it was a decent one piece, it had a high back but the front was a little different when she first looked at it. It had a keyhole tie style to it and it seemed to push her chest up and show more cleavage then she wanted to show. "Barbara Jean, can you come up here for a moment!" Reba yelled out the bathroom door. She didn't dare go downstairs like this.

As soon as Barbara Jean walked in her eyes were wide too. "Wow…you actually have a body under those clothes."

Reba glared at her. "This is not good. I can't go to the beach like this."

Barbara Jean rolled her eyes and handed over a pair of shorts and white t-shirt. "Where this over it, I don't know why you are so worried. You look great. You should wear more fitting clothes."

"I wear clothes that fit." Reba said slipping on the shorts.

Barbara Jean shook her head. "No you don't, you wear loose fitting clothes. I mean clothes that actually contour to your body. The first time I saw you, you looked like the local librarian."

Reba chuckled as she pulled the shirt over her head. She had thought the same thing when they first arrived here. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror before she left the bathroom and she stopped again. "I can't wear these shorts, their short!"

Barbara Jean sighed. She really had a lot to work with. "Hence the name shorts. You look great and it would do you some good to show off those legs. Now let's go or you can stay here."

Barbara Jean left Reba in the bathroom to look over herself in the mirror. The white t-shirt was fine. It did cover up the fact that she was showing too much, for now but what would happen once they got to the beach and she was expected to go in the water? The shorts were kind of short. They were almost as short as what she heard kids today called them, booty shorts. She sighed figuring she had no way out of this because she knew Barbara Jean had said she could stay here but that didn't mean she meant it. She would try with all of her might to get Reba to the beach and would probably win in the end anyway.

Reba picked up her a bag from the guest room she was staying in that was filled with sunscreen, three bottles of water, a beach towel, sunglasses, and a book, just in case she decided not to go in the water, which would probably be the outcome. She walked downstairs and everyone was already down there getting last minute things together. They had to take two cars again because not everyone was going to fit in Brock's SUV. Reba sighed in relief when no one seemed to notice her walk downstairs. If they did they didn't seem to make a big deal about it.

Reba didn't notice the blonde haired man standing by the stairs and watching her walk down the stairs with her legs. All Brock saw was legs and more legs. He gulped and tried not to stare but he couldn't help it. They weren't even outside of the air conditioned house yet and the temperature for Brock was already rising and going beyond boiling.

Everyone soon piled in the car they were assigned and they were off. Terry didn't even notice her and that disappointed Reba a bit. He never noticed anything about her anymore. When she bought that robe for their anniversary it seemed he didn't even notice the robe or that she was half naked. That was daring of her and she never did anything like that before. That's probably why he didn't even notice. He just never expected anything like that so, he just didn't notice. Reba didn't know if that made sense to anyone else but it made sense to her.

They arrived at the beach, which was about an hour outside of Houston and they immediately went to find a good spot to lie out for the day. Reba immediately took a spot away from the crowd and laid her towel on the hot sand. She didn't even take her shorts or t-shirt off before she flopped down on the towel to read her book. As soon as everyone noticed they tried to get her into the water but she just waved them away telling them she would join them later.

Cheyenne shook her head and flopped down, as best as she could while being pregnant, next to Reba. "You should enjoy yourself while you're here."

Reba looked up from her book and smiled. "I am enjoying myself. I am relaxing."

Cheyenne caressed her huge stomach and giggled. "You think you are uncomfortable in a swimsuit, think how I feel." She said gesturing towards her maternity swimsuit. "I look like a whale in this thing."

Reba couldn't help but laugh at her comment. "I don't mean to laugh but I don't understand how you think you look fat. The only place you've gained weight is in your stomach. You look gorgeous. I don't see what you have to be embarrassed about. I am older and my body doesn't look so great ok."

Cheyenne smirked. "Yeah, right, you look great too. I don't know what you're worried about. You look gorgeous and you need to get your butt up, help me up, and we are going to the water together." Reba stared at Cheyenne in disbelief. She didn't think Cheyenne was serious and she tried to go back to her book. "Oh no you don't, put the book down and help me up."

Reba laughed and shook her head. She figured she should listen and she got up, dusting the sand off of her. She threw her book back into her bag and turned to Cheyenne who had her hand out to her. Reba took it and pulled the pregnant woman up. Reba turned toward the water but was stopped by Cheyenne again. "What now?" she asked. She was up and willing to go in the water. What was stopping them now?

Cheyenne looked at Reba's clothes. "We are going swimming. You need to take the shorts and t-shirt off."

Reba shook her head. "No, the swimsuit is inappropriate."

Cheyenne rolled her eyes. "It's a one-piece. How inappropriate can it be, now strip." Reba bit her lip and shyly stripped herself out of her borrowed shorts and t-shirt to reveal her swimsuit. Cheyenne smiled and pulled Reba along side her before she could protest to moving from her designated spot. Reba didn't notice the guy that got hit with a ball in the head because he got distracted when she walked by. She didn't notice the woman that smacked her husband in the head for looking at Reba either.

All she saw was Brock watching her as she seem to glide into the water next to Cheyenne. She smiled at him and he just stared back. Terry finally noticed and his eyes were as wide as saucers. Terry seemed to finally take some pride in having Reba as his wife as he kept his hands all over her to make sure every guy knew that she was taken. Reba always wondered what it would take for him to actually "protect" her.

The kids stayed up near the shore as the adults made their way deeper into the lake. Terry soon lost interest in his wife as she became covered up by the water the deeper they went. She figured it would happen. He always did want her covered. Of course, she didn't mind, it wasn't like she had anything to show, at least she felt that way.

Reba rolled her eyes when she had seen Terry flirting with Barbara Jean again. Barbara Jean still didn't seem to notice. He then challenged her to a race and that left Brock and Reba alone. Brock smiled at her and she became uncomfortable under his gaze. "So, are you having fun?" he asked

Reba nodded. "Yeah, lots of fun."

Brock smiled and chuckled a bit. "Can we say that again, this time with a bit more enthusiasm?"

Reba laughed and turned to him, the tension between them finally melting away. "I'm sorry. It's just been a little…awkward between us lately."

Brock nodded. "Look, what happened, it was just a…reflex…it was…nothing."

Reba smiled and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I have been having fun though. I am so sorry if I haven't been showing it so well."

Brock smirked and moved behind her. Reba tried to turn around to face him. She had no idea what he was doing. "Maybe you just need a little encouragement."

He grabbed her ankle under the water and Reba screamed. She started laughing when he tried to pull her under and she fought him off. She was laughing and having a blast but her laughter was cut off when he was finally able to dunk her under the water. She came up coughing and sputtering, pulling hair away that was stuck to her face. Brock was laughing so hard he nearly went to bathroom in the lake. Reba glared at him when she finally was able to talk normal.

"You monkey's butt!" She grabbed him by the shoulders and put all of her weight on him to try and dunk him but it didn't work. He was much stronger and he grabbed her around the waist as she continued to try and push him under. She continued to try as hard as she could but he just laughed at her as she pounded away at his chest to get him to weaken. She didn't realize it but she hit him in the eye and she stopped when he let go of her suddenly.

He was holding his eye and smiling. "You've got a nice right hook."

Reba cringed. "I am so sorry I didn't mean it. Let me see."

Brock shook his head and continued to cover his eyes. "It's all right." Reba ignored him and took his hand away from his eye and moved closer to get a peak at it. Brock tensed up but it wasn't because he was in pain. It was because she was touching him. Her soft hands held his face close to hers as she checked out his eye to see the damage she did.

She smiled and moved her hands. "You'll be ok." She said. She looked at him with a smile but he didn't say anything. Her smile faded a bit as she realized his hand was on her back and he was pulling her closer. "Brock…I…" She stopped when his nose touched hers. "This isn't…such…a good idea." She managed to get out.

Brock didn't seem to care as he gripped her waist pulling her even closer and Reba took in a sharp breathe before his lips finally landed on hers. What was a mere second seemed like hours to them as their lips just stayed locked together. Reba gave a soft sigh against his lips and then her eyes opened wide. She broke the kiss and stared at Brock in horror.
What did they just do?

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