Reba stood at the door in absolute shock, it wasn't until Lana said her name several times that she actually came to, shaking her head she stood straight and looked up at the girl. Girl.

"It's Reba right?" The girl repeated for the second or third time.

How dare he.

"I- Yes, Reba. Is Brock in?" She fumbled through her words. How dare he.

"Oh, no, he's not here. Can I give him a message?"

You have got to be kidding me. "No, it's fine. It wasn't important."

"Are you sure?" She smiled, completely oblivious to the fact Reba was almost the color of her hair.

"No, no." She gave a grimace instead of a smile. "No message. Enjoy your evening." Reba said and stumbled back from the porch, making her way to her car, her mind going a thousand miles a minute trying to think of some reason for Lana being at his condo.

Reba drove blindly towards KFC, she wasn't hungry she felt sick. Betrayed and sick. How could she be so foolish? How could this happen to her twice? She rolled down her window to order food, completely on autopilot, much like the first time Brock left her. She ordered everything on the menu, knowing leftovers would be her saving grace in the days to come.

Her heart sank at the realization of what had just happened, she forced herself to focus on the road in front of her, the white lines beginning to blur as tears seeped from her eyes, she sniffed and wiped them as she reached the turn off.

She pulled into her drive and shut off her head lights. How she thought that would've gone so differently, how she wished it had have gone differently. She gathered up all the bags and made her way into the house. "Dinner!" She called while she mechanically got out plates and drinks for everyone, while they scrambled down to the kitchen to get their fill before scampering upstairs without even noticing the daze Reba was in.

It was going to be a long night.

Reba rolled over and stretched out her arm then quickly pulled it back when she realized Brock wasn't beside her and that Lana had probably stayed the night at his house. Her eyes hurt from crying herself to sleep last night, if sleep was what you'd even call tossing and turning all night, staring at your phone hoping he'd call, or typing a thousand I hate you texts only to delete them 'cause she knew she'd regret it in the morning.

She buried her face in her pillow then scolded herself because it smelled like him. Sighing she pulled herself out of bed, making her way to the bathroom, she stared at her own reflection, puffy eyes looking back at her, still swollen from crying. How stupid she was for wearing his t-shirt to bed like it would bring him back to her. She shook her head and pulled his shirt of, climbing into the sanctuary of her show. She didn't even know what time it was, she didn't even care to be honest.

Reba took her sweet time getting ready, she knew the kids would be able to sort themselves out for one morning. She didn't get dressed after her shower, instead she put on sweatpants and a t-shirt, throwing her hair up into a messy bun instead of drying it, she knew she'd regret it later but really, who was she trying to impress?

"Jake?" She called as she made her way downstairs she was surprised at how quiet her house was. "Cheyenne? Hello?"

"Everyone's already gone." He said not lifting his eyes from the paper in front of him. "There's coffee and food there for you. Kids are at school."

Reba stared at the back of Brock's head. What on God's green earth was he doing here? Instead of saying anything she simply poured herself a cup of coffee, strongly regretting the decision not to get herself dressed.

"You slept half the day away. What's the matter?" He said looking back at her and folding the paper down. "I've been calling you all morning."

She just shrugged and headed back towards her bedroom, not wanting to be anywhere near him after what she found out last night.

"Reba, wait." he went after her, catching her elbow on the first step. "What's goin' on?"

She shrugged.

"Okay, what happened between our talk last night and now? I thought we were good? Better than good. It's date night." he looked up at her confused.

She shrugged. Go away, Brock.

He ran his hand through his hair roughly and licked his lips. "Did I do something to piss you off?"

She sipped her coffee.

"Jesus, Reba! Talk to me! How can I fix it if you just shut down all the damn time!"

"Go home, Brock." Reba pulled her arm away from him and turned to go up the stairs but he grabbed her again.

"No. I'm not doing this again. I'm not gonna go round in circles with you. We talked, we worked it out. You want this. I want this. I love you. Why can't you tell me what the hell I did!" he held onto her tight, attempting to pull her back to him but she tugged away again and he released her.

"Why don't you ask Lana what you did that was so wrong, Brock. I'm sure she'll happily inform you."

"What are you talkin' about?"

Reba sighed and half turned to face him. "I went to your house last night after you left here."

"Oh."

"Oh? All you have to say for yourself is 'Oh?'." She snapped "I catch that whore at your house after you come here and confess your love for me? Tell me again how you can't lose me" she quoted. "All that? Every word you said was bullshit, Brock. You have some piece of ass in your condo as soon as you leave your old, haggard, lonely ex wife? What was it Brock? Good for a fuck but not for life? Is that what you think of me?"

"What? No! Reba you have it all wrong-"

"Save the story Brock." She held her hand up as she cut him off. "Whatever well rehearsed lines you have ready for me, I don't want to hear them. I want you out. Out of my house, out of my life. I don't care anymore I can't keep goin' round in circles with you, expectin' you to change, to love me, I just have to accept the harsh reality that maybe you never did." Reba stood tall, she was amazed she hadn't broken down, that was all she wanted to do. Cry until she couldn't breath. Cry and have Brock hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay. But it wasn't and he was never going to change and Reba had to start learning to accept that. Again.

"Reba, would you listen to me?"

"I don't want to listen, Brock! I want you out."

"Reba,"

"Brock, get the hell out of my house." She snapped staring down at him. "Now, damn it!"

"I'm not leaving. Not until you listen to me."

"I am so done listening to you and your shit, Brock. I just want you gone. I want you out and if I never see you again I'll live a happy life." she spat, she knew it was hard but she just needed him out, she could deal with the regret of her words another day.

Brock looked up at her from the base of the stairs, he blinked back the tears threatening to fall from his eyes and looked down at his feet. He could hear her breathing, ragged and unsteady.

"This isn't just about you Reba." he said, finally looking up at her.

"Excuse me?"

"This." he said gesturing between them. "Us. There's two of us in this. Not just you and you don't get to call all the damn shots because I fucked up when we were married." he kept his eyes locked with hers, blinking back tears, he sniffed. "You don't think I know how much I hurt you? But how many times are we gonna go round this ride before we jump off and try something else? I have apologized to you so many times. I have tried so damn hard to make this right and all you do is shove it back in my face."

Reba stood with her mouth slightly ajar for a moment as she gathered her thoughts to react but Brock beat her to it.

"I have done nothing but try to do what you've asked. I gave you space, I backed off and let you have time to think. Then I came to you because you need to know that I love you and I don't care how damn stubborn you are, I'm not going anywhere. You've called all the shots in the past two weeks. You wanted me to stay, wanted me to leave, asked me back, needed space, needed time. I gave you everything you needed Reba. I'm not trying to say you don't deserve it because, Lord knows you do. All I'm sayin' is take a look at us. I'm givin' you everything I can to prove myself and how committed I am. What have you done?" he knew he got her when her eyes began to glisten, but Brock wasn't quite done.

"Please listen to me for once without jumping down my throat or to the worst damn conclusion. Did you ever think I was just doing something nice for someone who was new to town? Or do I have to be screwing every skirt in Texas?" Brock ran his hand through his hair and pulled at it, he was so frustrated with the woman before him, she could be incredibly annoying when she wanted to. "It might actually surprise you to know that although my life revolves around you, not everyone else's revolves around ruining your life. That includes Lana and if you'd taken a damn minute to ask me why she was at the condo you would know. Instead we have to go through this entire song and dance all over again because you always expect the worse from me."

Reba made a move to speak but Brock held his hand up to stop her. "I'm not sleeping with Lana. She's just a nice young girl who needed help and I wanted to do something good for a change. You've put up this defense around yourself, Reba. I can't get in if you don't let me and you use the affair to push me away but I can't let you do it anymore. It's ruining us."

Reba licked her lips, unsure if he was finished. After a moments silence she took it as he cue to talk. "Why was she at your condo Brock?" her words were quiet, like that wasn't the first thing she wanted to say but the question was burning in her mind and she had to know the answer. Everything in her life was weighing on the answer he was about to give her and she felt like she could pass out from the tension.

Brock sighed and looked up at her, he knew she'd ask, he just had expected a little more from her. "I'm selling her the condo."

Reba's mouth hung open for a moment, thoroughly confused. "What?"

Here goes nothing. "I'm selling her the condo, she's been living there since shortly after I hired her. I'm takin' the house back. I guess now is as good a time as any for you to find out the reason why Barbra Jean hasn't been around much. She's been moving, she got a job offer and she's taking Henry to Dallas."

"Why didn't you tell me? When did this happen?"

He really didn't know the answer to that question, she was expecting one. She was his best friend, he should've told her.

"I don't know Reba. She's had the offer on the table for a while and for a while it looked like she'd stay but then she changed her mind." he shrugged hoping that would satisfy her. "We've had enough stress and change in our lives I just wanted something to be simple. I want us to be simple again, like it was back in college."

"It's never gonna be like that again."

"Yeah, I know." he rubbed his neck, unsure of where they stood. "I couldn't find the right time and because I was stayin' here so much I didn't really bother with any of the other details."

"Where have you been the past few days then? When you were giving me space."

"Hotel. I stayed one night at the house but BJ and I discussed it and Henry's at an age where we don't want to confuse him with all that. Plus Kyra told me she refused to share the bed with Barbra Jean another night." he half chuckled hoping to lighten the mood.

"Why didn't Lana say something last night then?" she crossed her arms wanting to keep the wall up between them. In so many ways she hated the fact he could do this to her, in so many ways she loved how he knew her better than anyone on the planet.

"I told her not to say anything to anyone. Not until I had it all figured out."

She nodded accepting his answer, they had a lot that needed to be hashed out, he had bought up a lot of points about her personality that she didn't care for at all.

"Reba, everything's changed. But I have no doubt in my mind that if we want this, if we both want it enough then it'll work. We can be so much better than before. We know better. I know better. Everything will fall into place. You just need to make a decision." he paused and looked up at her before stepping up one step so they were eye to eye. Deep blue pools staring at each other. Both daring the other to look away but neither of them did. He took her hands and was thankful she didn't pull away. That was a good sign. "Either you trust me or you don't."