Well, I'm not sure where to begin. I do want to apologize for having not posted sooner. I did not abandon this story. My life kind of went out of control for a while. I'm slowly getting it all pieced back together, but its been a struggle. I had started this chapter some time ago, but had to put it on the backburner while I sorted everything out. I've read this chapter several times and I'm still not sure I'm completely happy with it, but I'll let you be the judge. I am planning to continue and have a direction in mind. For the time being, I hope you enjoy this chapter and I will try not to let you wait so long for the next update.

Reba found dinner to be surprisingly enjoyable, but at the same time sad because she knew that this was probably only for one night. At this moment in time, there was no Barbra Jean…just her and Brock. She still tried to make the best of it and laughed at the banter between Cheyenne and Van. Throughout dinner her eyes would lock with Brock's, but she would quickly turn away slightly embarrassed, finding her napkin more interesting to stare at.

Once dinner was over and everything had been cleaned up, the rest of the evening was spent watching a movie. Brock sat on one end of the couch with Elizabeth in his lap, while Van and Cheyenne sat on the other end. Reba curled herself up in the chair and tried to keep her attention on the movie. Occasionally out of the corner of her eye she would notice Brock staring at her.

As the movie ended, Cheyenne and Van disappeared upstairs with an already asleep Elizabeth. This left Brock and Reba alone downstairs. Awkward silence descended on them and finally Reba got up from the chair. She watched as Brock attempted to stifle a yawn.

"Brock…if you want, you can spend the night here…" she watched as his head snapped up quickly to look at her. "…I mean on the couch. Its very late and all…and I know you don't live that far…but…"

Brock smiled as he watched Reba try to talk, acting all flustered and nervous. Standing up he placed both hands on her arms, "Reba, calm down. Take a deep breathe." He watched as her face began to get red from embarrassment. "I think I'll take you up on that offer."

Reba gave him a small smile and then quickly went off in search of a pillow and some sheets. Returning a few minutes later she helped him convert the couch into a bed.

"Well, looks like you're all set." Moving a little closer, she hesitated at first, but decided to give him a quick kiss on the cheek and wish him a good-night. What she didn't anticipate was Brock turning his head and instead of kissing his cheek, she caught his lips instead. Freezing almost immediately, she assumed Brock would pull away, but then she felt his arms wrap around her body. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt him pull her closer.

After a few seconds, Reba pulled herself reluctantly away from Brock. Taking a few steps back, she grabbed the pillow she had placed on the chair and handed it to him. "Goodnight Brock."

Brock watched as Reba made her way up the stairs to her bedroom. After she rounded the corner at the top of the stairs he slumped down in to the couch. Tossing the pillow off to the side he leaned back and ran his hand through his hair…he knew this was going to be a long night.

Upstairs the minutes ticked by slowly for Reba as well. Tossing and turning for the last few hours she turned to the clock on the nightstand which read midnight. Throwing the comforter off her body she sat up and got out of bed. Walking over to the bedroom door, she hesitated before opening it. Walking out into the hallway she made her way to the stairs. She was surprised as she rounded the corner to see that Brock was awake as well, watching something on the television. Quietly making her way down the stairs she moved to the side of the couch.

"Couldn't sleep either?" She watched him jump slightly before taking a seat next to him.

"No…thought I would see if there was anything good on." He kept flipping through the channels, not stopping on any particular one. Eventually he turned the television off and tossed the remote off to the side. The silence in the room was deafening as neither spoke a word. Turning to look at her, it was then he noticed what she was wearing, a t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms. To most people the shirt was just an ordinary shirt, but it was one of his. He had thought he lost it years ago, right before he moved out, but now he knew what had happened to it. She had kept it all these years and upon closer inspection, he noticed that it was a bit worn and it brought a smile to his face.

Reba noticed the smile on Brock's face and it puzzled her. "What's that look for?"

Reaching out he touched the material of the shirt as he kept his eyes on her. "I wondered what had happened to this shirt…now I know. It was my favorite."

Reba swallowed hard and looked down. "I know." It was barely a whisper, but in the quiet of the room she knew he heard her.

Placing a finger under her chin she forced her eyes back up to meet his. Slowly he moved in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. When he didn't feel her protest he deepened it. Hearing a moan escape from her he smiled to himself. Moving closer he slid his left hand under her shirt and kept his other against the couch for support. The feel of her soft skin against his hand made him want to be closer to her.

Reba's brain was staring to go into overdrive…from the feel of his lips on hers, the closeness of his body, and his hand on her bare skin…she couldn't think straight. She missed and needed this.

"Brock…"

He heard his name, but tried to ignore it, working on kissing his way down her neck.

"Brock…"

He brought his lips back up to hers and then pulled back slightly to look at her. "Reba, don't push me away, not this time." He watched her face as a myriad of emotions played out.

Biting her lip, she knew what she was about to do was wrong. Managing to push him back, she moved off the couch and stood up in front of him. She saw the disappointment and frustration in his eyes.

"I'm not going to push you away…not this time." Extending her right arm out, she waited for him to take her hand…wanting him to take hold of it soon before she changed her mind. She watched as he got up and placed his hand in hers, with a little bit of hesitancy. This caused a small smile to appear on her face; knowing that even though he had been the one approaching her all this time, he was just as unsure of what about to happen as she was.

They both made their way to the stairs. Both knowing that was about to happen could change things in the months to come, but have far greater consequences than either of them realized.