Chapter 4

A week had passed since the news of Brock and Barbra Jean's divorce. Brock moved out of their house and into Reba's, since they had sold the condo already. Because Cheyenne and Van moved out, Brock claimed their room. At first, the Red-Head was not happy that her Ex had asked her if he could move back in for now, but she actually liked having him in the house (although she won't admit it). The divorce papers came in and both Barbra Jean and Brock were relieved to be legally divorced. There were no hard feelings between them as Brock helped her move to Arkansas. Now that he is divorced, he is a single man (Obviously). Single women would come to his dentist practice and get their teeth "checked", but Brock only had eyes for one woman.

It was a Friday evening and everyone but Brock and Reba were home. Kyra had left again for her next concert, and Jake was at his friend's house for the night. Reba was reading a book on the couch, while Brock was doing some at-home paperwork from his dental office on the dining table.

"I'm starting to get hungry; do you want to go out since the kids are gone? Plus, you won't have to cook." Brock suggested as he came in the living room and sat on the couch. Reba lowered her book. "Sure, what do you want to have?"

"We could go to the new Italian restaurant."

"But I'm not dressed for it. I am wearing sweat-pants, my hair isn't ready, I look like I just crawled out of bed." laughed Reba. "You look beautiful to me." Brock said. He immediately clamped his mouth shut after, totally had regretted saying that aloud. Reba felt her face flush and she smiled slightly. "Uh, thanks."

They just sat in complete silence. Not awkward at all.

"Well. I guess I could go get ready, if you're willing to wait." Reba spoke up. "Sure, I don't mind." Brock replied. "I should probably get ready myself too."

"Alrightie."

They both got up from the couch and went up to their rightful rooms to get ready. Reba closed her bedroom door and leaned against it.

Did he really think I was still beautiful? The same feeling she's been having crept into her stomach. The thought of a man, the man who left her for a younger woman, still thought her 50-year-old body was beautiful. I mean, he's not that bad looking himself. Reba! Stop it. Reba shook her head and hopped into the shower.

An hour later, Reba came down the stairs to find Brock sitting on the couch. "I'm ready." she said as she grabbed her purse. Brock stood up and his breath was taken away.

His ex-wife was wearing a black pencil skirt that showed off her curves perfectly while a maroon blouse was tucked into it. She wore little pumps and her natural curly hair was down. Reba smiled to herself when she saw that Brock was staring at her. I guess I do look hot, she thought to herself with a smirk.

"Reba, you look... stunning." Brock finally commented. He was going to say "sexy", but he felt like he would get a smack in the head (Reba's daily mental saying of, "shut up, Brock").

"Thank you, Brock." the Red Head replied sincerely.

The drive on the way to the restaurant was normal and tension didn't exist between the two exes. They talked about the kids, Brock's divorce, and their plans for the rest of the weekend. When they pulled up into the parking lot, Brock quickly jumped out and opened the door for Reba. "Oh, thank you." she said graciously and hopped out.

"Hello, two people, please." Brock said to a lady at the front. "Great, come right this way." she replied and grabbed menus on her way.

After they got seated in a little corner of the restaurant, Reba picked up her menu and looked it over. A blonde waitress with a short, mini skirt came over, swinging her hips as she got closer. Reba narrowed her eyes and looked over her attire. She was wearing a white, buttoned up shirt with the last three buttons open. It almost looked like the buttons would fly off!

"Hello!" she said in a smooth, almost flirtatious voice. "I'm Allie- Claire King and I am your waitress for this evening. Is there anything I can start off with you, Sir?"

Reba's face turned red with jealousy and anger as the blonde hussy completely blocked her view from her date. Wait what? No, I meant her ex. Her ex. Yeah. Not a date. Nope. Is it?

Brock smiled politely at her. "Uh, I'll have a Diet Coke, and she will have a sweet tea with a little bit of ice and some mint." he said and gestured towards Reba.

Wow. He still remembers what I like to drink, specifically. Huh, okay.

Allie-what's-her-second-name turned to look at Reba, and her smile faded. "We don't put mint in the sweet tea." she said curtly and walked away. Reba sat there in disbelief.

"Well, she's sweet." Brock said sarcastically; however, Reba didn't detect the sarcasm in his voice.

"Pffft... HA!" she scoffed. "Sweet, yeah. She's just dripping with sugar. "Poison sugar". Did you hear what her name was? Allie-Claire King? If you put her initials together, it spells ACK for goodness sakes! You see, her name spells exactly what she is."

Brock burst out laughing. "Honey, I think you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous. I'm only telling the truth."

"You're jealous. Besides, I don't blame her for liking me, I'm just an irresistible- OUCH!" Reba had kicked him from under the table.

"You may be attractive, Brock, but she shouldn't be flirting at you. Especially in front of your date!" Reba snapped. As soon as the words came out of her mouth, every drop of her blood ran up to her cheeks. Shit. Why the hell did I just say that?!

"So, this is a date?" Brock teased her. He kicked himself after he said that because Reba rolled her eyes and sighed heavily.

ACK came back with both their beverages and set them down on the table (Brock's drink first, of course). "Are we ready to order?" she asked sweetly turning to Brock and leaned closer to him. "Uh, yeah. I'll have the Shrimp scampi please." Brock replied as he watched Reba out of the corner of his eye.

The blond waitress grinned. "That's my favorite." she almost whispered to him. They were so close, it made Reba just burn with jealousy. She cleared her throat. "I'll have the same what he's having. It looked good, didn't it... honey?"

Brock raised his eyebrows. "Ah yes it did... sweetheart." he said with a smirk. Allie-Claire looked over at Reba. She could never compete with that feisty red-head. Allie-Claire put on a fake smile, excused herself, and scurried away to another table.

"What was that about?" asked Brock. Reba cocked her head to one side. "What?" she asked innocently.

Brock shook his head and smiled to himself. Classic Reba to always look innocent.

The rest of the dinner went well now that ACK learned her boundaries. After Brock paid the bill, (which by all means was probably expensive. The wine itself was about 10 dollars), the "couple" walked back to their car. As Brock started the car, Reba started laughing out loud.

"What?" Brock asked with a chuckle. He looked over at the beautiful red-head and smiled. Why did I ever let her go? Everyday, Brock would kick himself because he hurt the woman sitting next to him. He knows that Reba eventually forgave him, but Brock still had this heavy burden of guilt on his shoulders. If he would have to choose between his two ex-wives, he would've definitely had chosen Reba. Brock snapped back to the present to see Reba staring at him with a concerned look on her face.

"You okay? You kinda zoned out for awhile."

"What? Oh no, I'm fine. Just thinking."

Reba raised her eyebrow but chose to not say anything else.

The rest of the car drive was smooth and comfortable. Reba had turned on the county radio and sang all the songs that came on, with the help of Brock of course.

Brock opened the car door for his ex-wife and they both headed inside of the house.

"I had a lot of fun, thank you." Reba said as she took off her heels. Brock closed the door with a smile. "Likewise. Our date made my day." He teased.

Reba rolled her eyes, but she laughed. "It was a friend date, Brock. It seemed like a date though and I hoped that girl understood that."

"Oh, you mean Allie-Claire King?" Brock mocked the waitresses voice. Reba bursted our laughing. "That was a great impression, Brock. Good job."

A comfortable silence fell between them. "Well, I think I am going to head to bed. I really did have a great time, thank you again." The Red-Head said with a yawn.

Brock stepped of the landing of the house and came in front of Reba. "Yeah, me too, Red. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

They both stepped in for a hug. Butterflies erupted in both of the exes stomachs. Reba closed her eyes and hugged Brock tighter, never wanting to let go. When they regretfully parted, their faces were just inches away from each other.

Brock summoned up his courage. He slowly put his hand on Reba's cheek. Their eyes looked deep into another. There stood two people, former lovers, 28 years of friendship, 20 years of marriage, and there they stood. The tension was high. Reba couldn't stand it anymore and she threw herself into Brocks arms, lips pressed against his.

Brock was shocked but he quickly responded to the passionate kiss. They parted, only because lack of air. Reba sheepishly smiled.

"I'm sorry I did that. I couldn't help myself."

"No, don't worry about it."

"Well. I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Reba said shyly and headed up the stairs. She left Brock standing at the foot of the stairs, with a cheeky smile on his face.

Reba closed the door and leaned against it. All the blood rushing from her body to her face. If her face touched ice, the ice would melt instantly.

I kissed my ex-husband. What the hell. Man, it was good though.

Reba pulled out her pajamas while humming a love song. She spun around and danced around her bedroom while giggling girlishly. She felt like a teenager.

Brock passed the Red-Heads door but stopped abruptly when he heard her singing.

I guess the sparks are still here. Tomorrow, I'll have to prove to her that I love her still he thought.