Janeta here, handing out cheese bits to all our reviewers! and don't worry lannasan, we fixed the spelling mistake. This is a big chapter, so be sure to read it through... .

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"You guys are moving out?" stammered Brock. "When, where?

"Well, escrow closes tomorrow, and we're not moving in for a few weeks." Replied Cheyenne.

"Oh? Where's the house." Asked Brock taking a seat on the couch next to Reba.

"I was just telling that to mom. It's downtown, and it's absolutely beautiful. It has a white picket fence and a big garden out front."

"A garden? You killed a plant I gave you last year after Van tried to water it with soda. You guys really think you can take care of a garden?"

"Guess who?" Came a familiar voice from behind the front door. Barbra-Jean walked in with a big smile on her face. She was wearing a pink, faux velvet tracksuit, and sitting in her purse with a bow in her hair was Broq, her dog, sporting an identical outfit. Van winced at the sight of the tiny canine, and excused himself to the kitchen.

Without even turning to look at Barbra-Jean, Brock said, "Honey, is dinner ready?"

"Yes sweetums, and I cleaned the living room too!" Reba turned to Cheyenne and made a gagging motion. "Then, I vacuumed the stairs and ironed your favorite shirt. I even sprinkled a little bit on lavender on it, so you'll smell like a garden in springtime!"

"Speaking of gardens," Cheyenne interjected, "Van and I are moving out!"

Barbra-Jean gasped and scurried over to the couch. "But I'll miss you three so much!" She tried to grab Reba's hand for comfort, but Reba slapped it away, giving Barbra-Jean a cold look.

"But honey, you did you get the money?" Reba asked as Barbra-Jean pouted.

"Well…"

Just then the phone rang, and Van called from the kitchen. "Mrs. H, it's you're boyfriend!"

Reba got up and made her way to the kitchen before Van could do any more damage. She snatched the phone from him and Van re-entered the living room, making sure he sat across the room from Broq.

"I don't like this Logan guy.' He said.

"You too? I thought I was beginning to think I was going crazy or something." Said Brock, thankful that somebody shared his outlook on this man.

A light seemed to turn on inside Barbra-Jean's head. "Logan bailey, right? I knew him!" She exclaimed, proud to be a part of the conversation.

There was an awkward silence, broken when Brock had an unexplainable coughing fit. By the time he had recovered, Reba came back in looking slightly more cheery than Van had left her.

"I hope y'all don't mind, but I've invited Logan over for dinner tomorrow night."

"Wow, dinner with the family already? Don't you guys think this is going a little fast?" Asked Cheyenne.

"Well he's a really nice guy, and he doesn't have a family close by to spend time with. Besides we get along really great." Reba said as Brock and Van exchanged sarcastic glances.

" Hey Barbra-Jean honey, maybe we should go, don't forget you still have the laundry to do." Brock pointed out to his wife, as he took her up by the arm and coaxed her out the door.

"Hey is it just me or has dad been treating Barbra-Jean a little bit like his maid lately?" Cheyenne said, concerned.

Reba rolled her eyes. "That's you father for you. I remember he used to make me polish his sunglasses so there were no spots."

"Well I'm just glad that little dog's gone." Van sighed as he put his feet up on the coffee table.

Reba was just taking the chicken out of the oven as the doorbell rang. Still wearing her oven mitts she peeked through the window between the kitchen and living room.

"Look who's here!" exclaimed Kyra is Brock, Barbra-Jean and Logan entered the house. Barbra-Jean looked a little bit uncomfortable, but no one except for Brock seemed to notice.

"Dinner's just about ready, I just have to serve up the chicken and we can eat. Kyra, Barbra-Jean, can you give me a hand with these plates?"

Van and Brock sat down on the couch as Jake was lost in his gameboy. Logan went to sit down too, but just as he set his drink down, it slipped from the table and spilled all over Brock's pants.

"Do you have any idea how expensive these were?" Brock shouted at Logan as he stood up.

"Why don't you just tell your maid to clean it up! Reba told me about how you treat your wife."

"At least I don't pretend to be something I'm not. I see right through you Bailey."

Logan stood up so that he was at eye level with Brock, and gave him a shove, knocking Brock back down onto the couch. Brock was stunned, he stood up and pushed Logan back.

"Hold on there guys, there's no need to fight." interrupted Van. "Maybe I'll go help with the chicken."

"I don't need to listen to this." Logan stormed over to the door and walked out.

"Hey wait!" Brock yelled after him, joining Logan on the front porch. "I think we got off to a bad start, I don't want Reba to get hurt by our arguing.

Raising is voice, Logan argued. "Why do you even care about your ex wife, you're the one who cheated on her."

At this Brock took a swing at Logan, connecting with his jaw. Logan responded by grabbing Brock by the collar. "What's wrong with you," He yelled, "do you still love her?"

"Yes!" Brock shouted at the top of is lungs. Then, realizing what he had just said, he shook his head and walked towards his house. "I have to go."

As Logan walked towards his car, Reba slowly backed away from the front porch window.

oooh, suspenseful, ain't it?

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