It was nearly time to leave and Reba couldn't decide on what to wear . Her hair and makeup was done already she just needed to decide. She found a dress that was knee length but she didn't know if she wanted to wear it. It was very comfortable and flowed at the waist, she just wasn't sure she wanted to wear a dress. Looking at the clock she figured this dress was as good as it got if she wanted to be ready on time. The green shade matched her complexion and red hair and the flow of the skirt made her look slimmer. Slipping the dress on, she realized she needed assistance with her zipper.

"Brock."

"Yes Reba?" He peeked his head through the door.

"Can you zip me please." He walked over in front of her. When she started to turn around he stopped her. Pulling her to his chest. He grasp the zipper and slowly brought it up her back, never breaking eye contact with her. When he finished he stood there for a moment. Both looking at one another, he stared before finally finding his voice to speak.

"You look beautiful." He said, while taking a step back.

"Thank you. I'm almost done. I just need shoes."

"Are you wearing your hair down?"

"Yes. Why?"

"I think it would look pretty up. Just a soft updo. "

"I'm not sure Brock."

"Just a suggestion. Maybe something like ..." he turned her toward her mirror and pulled her hair from across her shoulders, and putting it into a simple ponytail secured it with a hair tie . "This." She looked radiant with her hair up, and he couldn't stop himself from placing a soft kiss on her neck. It was a very intimate gesture and Reba shuddered at the feelings it gave her. Her stomach was butterflies. " I always liked it when you wore your hair up."

He still stood behind her as he talked to her by looking in the mirror.

" it's been a while since I wore my hair like this."

A car horn brought them out of their moment. Hurriedly they rushed out of house, Reba almost forgetting her shoes, and got into Christines car. The drive was short, and soon they were settting in Christines lake house.

"So how long have you two lived out here?"

"Well, Tim and I have been here for maybe 10 years."

"This place is very nice. I bet it costed a fortune."

"Actually, this was my childhood vacation home. When I got married daddy offered it to us. He said life was hard enough without trying to buy a house. I don't think he would have gave it to us, had he not really like Tim."

" Wow. That was very nice of him. My dad would have never done that for us. Him and Brock get along, but Brock is scared of my daddy. Which, maybe that's because daddy goes everywhere with his shotgun!" Both women erupted in laughter.

"So how long have you two been married Reba?"

"25 years."

"Wow. I hope me and Tim is that lucky."

"Luck has nothing to do with it. We have our ups and downs, and boy can we fight."

"You know what they saw though. The better the fights, the greater the lovemaking."

"Well, we sometimes take the fighting a little too far. we're like fire and gasoline sometimes."

"All the good marriages are like that. It just shows how much you love one another." Reba glanced over at Brock. He was standing next to Tim, talking about golf. She studied him for a second. Did she still love him after all these years? The more she looked the faster her heart beat. She was positive she was letting her defenses down , and her heart had truly forgiven him. It scared her but she wouldn't want to be anywhere else, but here with Brock. She smiled at Christine.

"The table is set, you want to call the boys over."

"Honey, You and Brock come and eat."The men made their way over . Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, corn and rolls lined the table and man did it look wonderful.

"The food looks amazing Christine."

"Thank you Brock. Might change your mind once you taste it."

"Trust me, if I made it through my wife's food the first few years of our marriage, this will be cake." At that they all laughed. Reba looked at Brock with a sarcastic smile.

"You might make it through this meal Brock, but I guarantee you won't make it through this day if you comment about my cooking again." They laughed again.

"She jokes, I assure you. I've been getting death threats for years. I'm sure you know what it's like Tim."

"Of course I do. I would be scared if Christine didn't make one at least once a week." They all had a good laugh. Brock and Reba really enjoyed their meal. Christine was a phenomenal cook. They found that Tim and Christine were probably the nicest people they could have became acquainted with. After many shared laughs the couples moved into the living room.

"So Guys, Christine tells me you guys are staying for the summer?"

"Yes. We finally get to enjoy a summer to ourselves." Brock replied.

" It is always nice to get away from hectic family life." Reba said.

"We hope to have that hectic family life one day."

"Don't wish for it too soon. Enjoy the time you have with each other while you got it." Reba smiles at the couple. They were really in love, she could see from the way he looked at her and she him. It made her heart smile. She hoped God blesses their marriage for many happy years, and that it didn't end like hers and Brocks. The conversation continued for hours, both couples getting to know one another. It was around 10 when Christine took them home. When they walked through their front door, they noticed a note left on the table.

Reba and Brock,

James wants you to call. He has updates.

-Officer Brian

Ps. James sent you a bottle of wine and a prepaid card with a little cash. He said to call Christine and Tim if you need anything, but don't be out too much in town.