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"I..." Barbra Jean stumbled. She couldn't believe what she just heard. Reba was overwhelmed and didn't let out a sound, but her eyes lit up.

"I don't care if you think he's better than me, I'm not going to give her up" Brock was upset, he really wanted to get back together with Reba and Barbra Jean wanted to set her up with someone else. He thought she was his friend. Reba had to say something to stop him from being upset, she had to tell him that it was him who there were talking about, but all she could say was...

"Brock..."

"Reba, I know that I'm not good enough for you, but for Pete's sake, I'm going to make this work, I will make it up to you. I'm not going to let anyone take you away from me and you better believe that I'm not going to do anything to risk losing you again. Yes, when you came back from shopping, I hugged you and I said I love you, and I mean it!" Reba just lost the ability to let out a sound. Barbra Jean was shocked, she had a feeling he still loved Reba, but she didn't think he still loved her that much.

"I think this should be my cue to leave" said Barbra Jean, but no one paid attention to her. They were looking into each other's eyes. Tension built up quickly, sparks flew all over the place. Their eyes lit with fire of passion. Barbra Jean really didn't want to be caught in between the wildfire. She grabbed her purse and hurried to the door. "I'll bring Henry over tomorrow around check out time. And congratulations on your wedding by the way" still no one moved a muscle, but Barbra Jean didn't want to stay and find out what would happen next, she quickly closed the door behind her.

Reba was overwhelmed; he just said the words she hadn't heard since that picture was torn. The words she yearned to hear, God knew, how often. Three little words that melted her heart since he said it the first time and it still melt her heart every time he spoke it. Their eye contact seemed to last for eternity before Brock broke the silence.

"Reb..." the word disappeared as her lips captured his. They maneuvered their way from the table to the bed without even losing the connection of their kiss.

"Dang it!" Reba cursed when she couldn't undo his shirt button. Brock held her hands with his, they were still a bit cold. He sat down on the bed and sat her on his lap.

"Maybe we should wait until your body heat return to normal." He kissed her on the top of her head, holding her close. Reba was pouting, playing with the top button of his shirt. "Please tell me you're not going to let Barbra Jean set you up with that guy" Brock still hadn't forgotten. Reba grinned.

"Well, I kinda fell in love with him already." Brock looked hurt, Reba wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him gently to cheer him up. "We were talking about you, mo-ron"

"Come again?" Brock was confused.

"Barbra Jean has been setting us up for the past couple of days." Reba explained what her best friend did. Brock's smile widened.

"You really think he's handsome?" Reba smacked his chest.

"He ain't hard to look at" she teased "didn't you say you were always the better looking one in all of your relationships?" Brock chuckled

"Well, I had to take that silly statement back when I saw your dark blue short dress. Man that was stunning! And don't get me started on that sexy lingerie. Good Lord..." he dreamed. Reba giggled.

"I didn't even dare look down." Reba mumbled. Brock couldn't help it, the thought of that sexy image of her running in his head, drove him insane. He kissed her passionately as he began to undo her robe, Reba had to pull away before it went too far. "Didn't you say we should wait until my body temperature returns to normal?" He looked at her with love and passion. She was sitting on his lap, still in her ol' grey washed up robe; the knot was partially undone. The top section of the robe parted just enough to reveal generous amounts of her cleavage, and the bottom section was draped to the side displaying her beautiful thighs and legs.

"Honey, you look pretty hot right now and really irresistible" said Brock with a huge grin, but he did not continue his action. She gave him a quick peck.

"By the way, did I hear Barbra Jean congratulated us on our wedding? How did she...?" Reba was surprised, she didn't tell Barbra Jean about that, but Barbra Jean seemed to know a lot of stuff that happened to her.

"She might have spotted the garland I put in the trunk when she went to get my overnight back"

"Oh yeah..."

"And please next time try to control that temper of yours, ok sweetheart?"

"Ok hubby, I'll try, but I'm gonna need your help though"

"OK, let's try that together, I'll try my best not to trigger your anger. But if you do something out of anger again, maybe we should have some type of punishment for you

"Hmm... No ring-a-ding for a month?" Reba suggested playfully

"Hey, that punishes me more than you!" Reba giggled "Oh well, I'll think of something." Brock gave her a crooked grin.

"I still can't believe we got married by spirits" she shook her head in disbelieve. "And do you really mean it when you said you want this marriage to last?"

"Yes I do" said Brock, firmly.

"Even if it's just a phony one?"

"I'm not sure I like the way you call it, but yes. Even if it's not legally-binding" Brock chuckled.

"You know what I mean!" Reba hit him playfully.

"We can change that if you want" Brock looked at her with a meaningful smile. Reba thought about it for a few seconds.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there" Brock chuckled after her statement.

"Honey, haven't we already 'got there' last night and twice this morning?" She pouted,

"I want a proper proposal, you know" and she looked deeply into his eyes. He smiled.

"I called the kids, told them we'll be back tomorrow. So we have today together. What would you like to do?"

"Well, first of all, I'd like you to take your playful hand off my thigh, and stop staring at my cleavage." Brock laughed softly at her demand, he did what he was told. "And I'd go get dressed. How about we just walk around downtown?" He kisses her temple before letting her go. He watched her searching for her clothes in her overnight bag. She said she want a proper proposal, but her eyes told him that she would also need some time. There's something she's still uncertain about.

"Reba" Brock called her before she disappeared into the bathroom. She turned around to listen to what he had to say. She smiled with a twinkle in her eyes when she heard those three little words again.