Believe in Love Again Chapter 26: Romantic pursuits, a reba fanfic

Dear Readers-
Updates will now be posted on Mondays. Luckily, this week's chapter is posted on Sunday. I've tried to get chapters finished and posted by Sunday, but that only leads to disappointment to readers and me when I can't fulfill the Sunday deadline. If I get a chance, I will try to get updates posted before that. Thanks for continuing to read my story and letting me know that you still want to read more chapters. Keep leaving me comments and reviews. I love reading them. Your reviews make me smile. Let me know that you want me to keep this story going! My birthday is in three weeks. It would be great to have plenty of feedback by then. It would be such a nice gift. Remember your responses keep me writing. Here it goes…

Now on with the story-

I don't own Reba or any of the characters in this story from Reba. They belong to the writers of the REBA TV show. I also do not owe the rights to any of the songs and lyrics that I use in this story. Those are the property of the artists involved. I also do not owe the rights to any television show or movie reference that I use in this story. Those are the property of the Hollywood creative teams involved in their production. I will be changing some release/airing dates of the titles used to fit in with the story.

The characters of Max Thornton, Cheyenne McEntire-Smith (Nana), Vince McEntire (Papa), Kenneth Smith (Gramps), Paige McKinney, Michael Davis, John McKinney, Barbara Ann Grant, Kim Campbell-Holliway, Sam Holliway, Jenny Miller, Nick Holliway, Terry Holliway, Jr., Josh Holliway, Madeline Mitchell, Greg Brooks and Maggie from this story are my creation though. The story is just a year off from the way that the seasons of Reba actually aired. The story picks up from after the sixth season of Reba and beyond from summer-fall 2008.

This chapter will consist of scenes that will be in regular font, not italicized font. I use the italicized font to distinguish between author's notes and regular scenes. I use bold font when things need special emphasis.

Previously- "Wake up, Reba. Wake up! You are sleeping in bed next to Brock and you have parasomnia. Don't let him hear you talk in your sleep. Come on." Reba was battling these thoughts in her head. Those thoughts were chased away by Brock's hands on her body.

He kissed her lips and felt her mouth open to his, her tongue fierce against his own. Reba was startled at the jolt she felt as their lips met. It was as if time had stopped and they were enjoying a dinner together as husband and wife all those years ago. She reached up, twining her arms around his neck, her body pressed tightly against his. He let his own hands travel under her shirt, finding the warm, soft skin of her back. He pushed himself against her and heard a low moan, then realized it had come from him. He lifted her up and carried her up the stairs to their bedroom. Brock began to pull off her shirt.

Reba pulled his clothes off, not stopping until he stood naked, his bare skin to hers. He pushed her down onto the bed, sank down on top of her. There were no barriers between them anymore. Brock began to make love to her. Reba met his eyes and gasped. It had been so long. Their movements were slow and gentle. He caressed her back, kissed her neck, and touched her everywhere he had tried not to when he'd been holding her in bed all those times to ease her nightmares. They rediscovered each other all over again. His eyes blazed with passion as she moaned and cried out in joy, pulling her close.

She felt his hands explore her body again. She felt his lips explore hers more fiercely. Reba felt her heart pumping wildly. She would need her blood pressure pills before too long, but it was worth it. She didn't want it to end. She felt him hesitate for a second.

"I want you. I really want you, Brock. Don't stop," she murmured.

His movements were faster than before. It was as if he was trying burn his touch into her skin and her mind. This was more like possession and less like the act that they'd started before.

"I love you, Reba. Why did we wait so long?"

Reba felt a jolt of awareness now. This felt more real than any dream. She heard her alarm go off. She heard him groan and hit it to turn it off, not wanting to stop what they were doing for anything. Her eyes flew open. Morning light was streaming into the room. She wondered how it turned into morning so fast. They were just having dinner. She felt his hands in her hair. This was happening. This was really happening. Reba's emotions went from mind-numbing pleasure to fear.

"You hoo, good morning, time to wake up. I'm here for breakfast, Reba." Barbra Jean yelled up the stairs.

Reba was filled with panic. Would Barbra Jean burst into the room and find them in bed together? Brock wondered what he should do….

What will happen to Reba and Brock on Friday's date? Will Barbra Jean catch Brock in bed with Reba? What will Reba's breakfast conversation with Barbra Jean be like? Will Barbra Jean give her blessing to Reba going on a date with Brock? What does Barbra Jean intend to do about Brock hiding things from Reba? How does Reba feel about having this type of dream about Brock? Will Reba be talking to LovinCowboy84 about her fears and about what she did with Brock? Will readers get to find out what's happening with Lori Ann soon? Who will Reba end up with in Vegas?

What happens next? Stay tuned to find out this chapter!

We left the story in chapter 25 in the present year of the story- June 2008 with moments between Reba and Brock. She woke up from sleeping to find Brock cooking in the kitchen. Brock is concerned about Reba feeling sick. Brock isn't making sense in what he says to Reba. He insists that they are having an affair. He made moves on her and tried to kiss her. They argue over the fact that she has a deal to get married and have a baby with Mike Holliway.

He insists that they still have something between them. Brock appears to be offended because Reba has only wanted an affair from him. He is mad because Reba has told him that she wants him to reconcile with Barbra Jean, even after they started sharing a bed together full-time again. He stops the argument to try to make up with Reba. Reba tries to explain why they shouldn't be together again. He gives her reasons why they can make a relationship work again. She fell asleep on a night in June 2008 and Brock tells her that it's November 2008.

This is when she starts to realize that she might be dreaming. She enjoys dinner and slow dancing in Brock's arms. Brock sings to her. She lets herself enjoy what's happening in the dream. Brock takes her upstairs and they make love. This is when she realizes that the sensations that she's feeling are too real to just be a dream. She called out for Brock to make love to her in her dream.

It's just another episode of parasomnia. She wakes up to realize that what's happening in her dream is now happening for real. She begins to panic. That's when Barbra Jean shows up at the house to wake Reba up to have breakfast with her. Reba panics more at the idea of Barbra Jean catching her in bed with Brock. What will Brock say to Reba after their encounter? What will Reba do to keep Barbra Jean from finding Brock in Reba's room?

What happens now? What happens in the present when Reba wakes up in Vegas? How did she end up in Vegas? Keep reading to find out more!

Author's note- Note to readers: This chapter will deal with Reba and Brock's feelings about their encounter and upcoming date. I am working towards writing about the date itself. First, Reba has to clear up some things with Barbra Jean and find out how Barbra Jean is feeling about Brock. There's still advice coming in from Paige and Reba is still being pursued by Mike Holliway. Reba will be talking about her anxiety to LovinCowboy84. After that, the story will lead into Reba's date with Brock.

Here are some things to remember as you read this story:

You have to be very careful sometimes when reading details because new chapters will refer back to previous chapters in my stories. I like making lots of twists and turns in my writing to keep people guessing.

How many other things will Brock uncover about Reba when he spies on her?

Will Reba dream about Maggie soon?

Spoiler alert**Reba will have frequent dreams about future events. Can she prevent them from happening?

I am using actual Houston locations for Reba and Brock's date. I thought that would be interesting. I really planned it out.

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Who do you think that Reba should end up with?

Brock Hart

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LovinCowboy84

Jack Morgan

Max Thornton

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The answers to the questions above will be revealed as you read the story. Here is the latest installment of Believe in Love Again.

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This was happening. This was really happening. Reba's emotions went from mind-numbing pleasure to fear.

"You hoo, good morning, time to wake up. I'm here for breakfast, Reba." Barbra Jean yelled up the stairs.

Reba was filled with panic. How in the world did this happen? How could this have started without her waking up? Her mind raced. What was more important right now? Would she choose this reawakened pleasure that she's been missing from him for the last six years? She never thought that she'd have this type of pleasure again with anyone other than Mike Holliway. Then there was the question of being in this moment with Brock as his wife had just arrived right downstairs. Which was the priority? Was it living in this moment or worrying about what was waiting for her on the other side of the door? She looked at the bedroom door.

Brock stopped abruptly, separating from her, and looked into her anxious blue eyes. "Relax, honey. I locked the bedroom door. I didn't want anyone to walk in and see me sleeping in your bed. We're okay. No one is coming in here. What do you want to do?" he whispered.

Reba took a deep breath and let it out. She called out to Barbra Jean. "I'll be down in just a few minutes. Make yourself at home in my kitchen just like you always do."

"Okie-dokie, Smokie. I'll start the coffee and the breakfast. Take your time."

Reba giggled. "If she only knew, huh?" she whispered. "We better make this count. We've only got a few minutes."

She lifted her head up and seized his lips fiercely, pulling him closer to her. Brock was shocked. He expected her to panic, yell, and get mad. She was calmer than he'd seen her in awhile, especially under the circumstances. She was fiery, passionate, and daring. He was not used to this side of Reba.

"We've already done this. We're already guilty. We should at least make it worth the trouble we causing. Stoppin' isn't gonna change a thing. Don't you dare stop! I haven't had sex in a long, long time. We're just gonna forget everythin' and everyone outside of that door for now. You're gonna finish what you started unless you like having a fumin' redhead on your hands."

Brock softly chuckled. He ran his hand softly across her cheek. "I wouldn't hear of it, honey. Are you sure? I don't want to do anythin' that you don't really want to do."

Reba nodded. "You're getting lucky, Brock. Don't question it. We'll talk later; I mean, really talk about this. For now, we're just gonna live in the moment."

Brock's deep blue eyes lit up with excitement. He flashed her that same sexy smile that he used to give her. Reba returned his sexy smile with one of her own. She wrapped her arms around Brock's neck firmly and captured his lips hungrily with hers, a kiss that Brock enthusiastically returned. She pulled him to her once more, wanting him inside her again. As their bodies joined, he held his fingers to her cheek and forehead, cupping her cheek reverently as he stared deep into her eyes. He was going slowly this time. She had time to tell him to stop if she changed her mind.

She didn't. It was gentle and tender, nothing like the possessive encounter that began before. That earlier encounter was so fierce that it seemed as if Brock was trying to burn the moment into both of their minds forever. He let go of her face. Everywhere he touched her tingled with electricity, and she felt as if she'd been floating in a cloud.

She opened her eyes; saw him staring down at her. "Wow!" she murmured softly.

"I know, honey." He commented with a gentle tone as his movements became faster paced.

She gave herself up to him. To whatever this was. To whatever it meant for them. She kissed him, and saw that he was smiling. It was his special smile. She decided that it was a smile that belonged to her. She loved the idea of that, having something of his that belonged to her alone and not to Barbra Jean. What did this encounter mean for them? Where should they go from here? Brock lay sprawled next to Reba; he was rubbing her back, scratching lightly and making her shiver. She pulled the blanket up towards them more.

"I'm hungry for breakfast. I just don't wanna move right now."

"I'm hungry, too. I'm just hungry for more of this."

She turned her head around and kissed him long and slow. "We have to go now. BJ is waiting downstairs."

The thought occurred to Brock that Reba hadn't referred to Barbra Jean as BJ since before he married her. She began calling her Barbra Jean after their divorce. Reba hadn't called her BJ not once in the last five years. He wondered what that could mean. He'd hoped that she felt something possessive towards him now, that they were moving in the right direction back towards each other. Reba's cell phone rang suddenly, breaking through the silence. Reba pulled away from Brock to answer it. She looked at caller i.d.

"Good morning. What has you up so early?"

"Turn on the app on your iPod for KMCO. Michael's show is on and you won't believe who he's puttin' on the air. Hurry up!"

"Hold on. I'll put you on speaker while I get dressed. I have to put on something decent and get downstairs. Barbra Jean is here, bright and early for breakfast." Reba put the call on speakerphone and rushed to get dressed. Brock said on the bed, amused by Reba's flurry of sudden activity.

"Tell Weathergirl Barbie to go home. Does she have one or did she just forget how to get there?"

Reba laughed. She rushed into the bathroom to brush her teeth.

"Do I actually hear you brushing your teeth? Hurry up, already!"

"I am. I'm just tryin' to get the taste of last night out of my mouth."

"You didn't! You finally got some stress relief. That's wonderful. The question is whether or not it was enough to remove the giant stick from your butt."

"Paige!"

"Reba! I'm just glad that you finally went out and had a good, fun, sexy hookup."

"Honestly, Cheyenne would never talk to me like this."

"One of the many advantages of being your sister. Cheyenne obviously wasn't comfortable telling you that you needed to go out and get laid."

Reba shook her head. "I have to ask myself where we went wrong with you."

"Where did Dad go wrong with you? You and Mike are like the poster children for casual hookups all over town."

"We are not." Reba groaned. "It just so happens that in about fifteen years or so you will find out what I've discovered. Women hit their sexual prime later in life. Paige, you will enjoy it more when you get to be around my age."

"Do you have the app on?"

Just then, Barbra Jean yelled upstairs. "Reba, there's a delivery for ya at the door."

Paige giggled. "Let the romance begin."

"What is going on here, Paige?" Reba hastily unlocked her bedroom door and ran downstairs. She had her cell phone and her iPod in her hand. Brock waited a minute or so at the top of the stairs before going downstairs.

Reba signed for the delivery. It was a bouquet of lavender English roses and an envelope. Inside the envelope was a DVD.

"Ooh, pretty flowers. They're very unusual." Barbra Jean commented.

"Haven't you ever seen Reba get flowers before, you homewrecker? There are men who think that she's got the body of a twenty year old, you know."

"Paige, be nice."

"They're English roses. The lavender color means enchantment and love at first sight." Reba explained.

"What does the note inside the flowers say?" Paige asked.

Reba read the note. "It says: I sing to you with hearts and flowers. 'This bud of love by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet' I'm not sure what the first part means but the last part is a quote from Romeo and Juliet."

"Reba, turn on your iPod app for the station."

"Okay, I'm doin' it now."

The sound of the radio station could be heard through Reba's iPod. Reba, Barbra Jean, and Brock walked into the kitchen to start breakfast.

"Good morning, I'm Michael Davis. We have a special request for one lucky listener. Reba, Mike wants you to know that he really misses you. Here's the song, Suspicions."

I'm so glad that I met you baby
I'm so proud when we walk in the room
I know it's crazy to worry like I do
I get this feelin' that I'm losing you

I get these suspicions
Even though I know that you love me baby
And I really shouldn't feel this way
Ooh, suspicions
I can't help it you're just so good lookin'
I'm afraid somebody's gonna steal you away from me

When I go out to a party with you
You always turn every head in the room
I just know what's on every man's mind
I try to fight it, but it gets me sometimes

Ooh, suspicions

When I'm with you I feel so satisfied
The way you touch me when you lay by my side
That look in your eyes when we make love
Makes me hate myself for what I'm thinkin' of

Suspicions
Even though I know that you love me baby
And I really shouldn't feel this way
Ooh, suspicions
I can't help it you're just so good lookin'
I'm afraid somebody's gonna steal you away from me
Suspicions
Oh baby, Oh darlin'

Cause I love her
Cause I love her

I love her and she loves me
Ain't nobody gonna take my girl from me

"Okay, listeners. We also have another request coming from Mike to Reba. Here's the song, We Were In Love."

If I could invent a time machine
Then maybe we'd both be seventeen
Cruising in my first car, and actin' like movie stars on a Friday night
Do you remember those Friday nights

We were a rock ready to roll, there was a fire down in our souls
And all the whole world had to stand still then turn around us
'Cause that was the deal
And oh, how those nights went flowing like wine
When I was all yours and you were all mine
And we were in love, yeah, we were in love

I can still see you when I sleep
There is a picture I still keep
You with your hair in the wind
And me with that crazy grin under summer skies when dreams where too young to die

Oh I know, I know it sounds crazy, but baby you're still the one
So let's find a way to bring back the days when our hearts were forever young

And we were a rock ready to roll, there was a fire down in our souls
And all the whole world had to stand still then turn around us
'Cause that was the deal
And oh, how those nights went flowing like wine
When I was all yours and you were all mine
And we were in love, yeah, we were in love
Oh, we were in love
Oh, we were in love

"Welcome back, folks. We also have someone in the studio to play a song for one of our listeners."

Reba heard Mike's voice singing "Closer to You". He sang and played the tune on his guitar.

This curtain blowin' on a river breeze

Slips across the bed and it rustles the sheets

Seems everything I do

Just reminds me of you

Smell of the mornin' in the rainy land

Touch of satin across my hand

Just makes me wish I,

Wish I could be

Closer to you

Wrapped in your lovin' arms

Holding you tight

Closer to you

Whisperin' baby,

Baby

Deep in the night

If I said that I loved you

Would you turn away

'Fraid of what you think you supposed to say

Well that's alright, baby

'Cause I already know

I can see it in your eyes

I can hear it in your voice

Believe me, baby

We've got no choice

Come here, come here

Come here to me

Got to be

Closer to you

Wrapped in your lovin' arms

Holding you tight

Wanna be

Closer to you

Whisperin' baby,

Baby

Deep in the night

Wanna be

Closer to you

Whisperin' baby

Closer to you

"Reba honey, do you think that you could forgive me for being a jealous moron. I may be a jealous moron, but I'm a jealous moron who loves you. Please come back and I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to ya."

Reba heard Paige's voice over the speaker on her cell phone. "I did not know that they were gonna do that. I thought that Michael was just gonna play a couple of requests on the radio. That was amazing! It was so romantic! How can you not melt at somethin' like that?"

"I'm no longer desperate and no longer addicted. I just got a big dose of stress relief. I don't need any stress relief from him in the near future. He's gonna have to do better than that. Being together is no longer a foregone conclusion anymore."

"So, how was it? Where did it happen? I want details."

Reba took Paige off of speakerphone. "You're as bad as Lori Ann."

"Are you kiddin' me? I'm happy for ya, honestly."

"I was kinda down so I went out last night. I got drunk and ended up goin' home with somebody. I was out late and I didn't get back until very early mornin'. I definitely didn't get much sleeping done. So, you're talkin' to Michael now? Or was that just a scheme of yours to get Mike and me back together?"

"We just started talkin' this morning. He called to tell me to call you to turn the station on. He also told me about the flowers. We didn't talk about much else."

"I can't believe that the two of you are gonna throw away an eight-year relationship. This is so wrong. You two need to try to work it out."

"Mike is callin' me. I'm gonna put him on three-way calling."

"Don't you dare, Paige! Paige Michelle McKinney, don't you dare put him on the phone!"

"Good mornin', darlin'. Did you like your surprise?"

"The roses are lovely. It was nice and unexpected. I'm not gonna watch that DVD right now. Thank you for the songs. Look, I'm feeling very pressured right now. I don't like how that feels. This is my life. I have a life here in Houston that I love. I'm not gonna move away from my kids for a relationship that isn't even stable. We are just a fling. Until you can prove to me that we're more than that, I'm not gonna talk to you anymore. I mean it! No tricks, no hearts, no flowers, no poems, and no music. I think that we should continue to see other people. I went out on a date last night and I'm going out again this weekend. You can do what you want. Goodbye, Mike."

Reba ended the call with Paige and Mike. Her cell phone started to ring again. "Grand Central Station."

"Hey, girl! I heard that Mike pulled out all the stops this morning."

"I don't care anymore. I told him that I'm done. You can have him back, Kim. Terry's gone. I'm not comin' back. You should try again, at least for the sake of your kids."

"We're over. There's nothin' left with us anymore."

"Can you give it another try? I'm done with the whole separation and divorce thing. People should just stay married. Am I the only sane one around here?"

"I'd call your sanity into question because you're throwin' away a chance to have a life with Mike."

"I refuse to consider being with him anymore until I know that it's definitely over between you two. That means that you have to try to date him again. If it doesn't work out, then that's okay. I'm insisting that you try. I've got to go now, Kim. Bye."

Reba put the cell phone on the counter and began getting ingredients together and boiling water on the stove.

"Are you okay, Reba?"

"No, I am not okay. Everyone around me wants to treat commitment like a joke. Commitment is serious. It's not a game that you can just try out when you feel like it. When you love someone, you should do everything that you can to make it work. Relationships aren't always easy." Reba tried to keep the tears from falling. She tried to put on a brave front.

"You should just sit down before your blood pressure goes up," Brock cautioned.

"Are you givin' me advice, Brock? Everything is a joke to you, Brock. You wouldn't know what commitment was if it bit ya on the rear! I'm makin' some tea. That's how I'm gonna calm down. I will be perfectly calm when the kids come downstairs. Let's just make breakfast and not talk until we sit down to eat, okay?"

Brock and Barbra Jean nodded wordlessly. They looked at each other and then looked at Reba. They got up and started making breakfast with Reba in silence. Reba went and got nine rose petals to put into the boiling water in the teapot- three were red, three were white, and the other three were lavender. Reba put some teabags with chamomile and peppermint into the teapot with a teaspoon each of vanilla, cinnamon, and sugar. She silently thought about the intent of the love spells that were cast. She remained strong in her resolve to reunite Brock with Barbra Jean no matter what had happened between them last night and this morning. Barbra Jean was putting eggs, bacon, and sliced fruit on big plates to set out on the table. Brock made the toast and the coffee.

Reba excused herself with a cup of coffee to go upstairs. She encouraged Brock and Barbra Jean to sit down together with a cup of tea and talk things out while the kids were still upstairs. She fled upstairs as fast as her feet could take her. She took a sip of her coffee and put the cup down on the nightstand by the bed. It no longer brought her the same get-up-and-go feeling that she usually felt as she started her mornings. This morning, she actually felt more tired and rundown. She put the DVD in her closet in a box full of special things from Mike that she saved over the years. She put the roses down on the dresser.

She thought about giving them to Cheyenne. She could always tell her that the roses were from Van. She sat on the bed and hoped that things were going well between Barbra Jean and Brock. She made them some of Nana's special tea. Reba figured that it might just do the trick to spark something between the two. Wanting anything else was a bad idea, a very bad idea. She had no right to want her best friend's husband. However it happened, being with him again gave her the strength to be more confident about her choices.

She was not a desperate woman. No man was worth the immense heartache that she'd already been through. She was a little happier. She finally gave Mike a good figurative kick in the rear. She wanted to see how he would react now. She still had one more trick up her sleeve. She ordered a dozen red roses from Foster's Flowers with an anonymous dinner invitation for Friday night to be delivered to Mike. She called Kim back and told her to take Mike out to dinner on Friday night.

Kim agreed after Reba explained that she was testing Mike's fidelity. Reba really just wanted to see if those two had any romantic sparks left. She couldn't get into anything with Mike again until she was sure that Kim and Mike were really history. She was going back and forth about what she wanted in the first place. She called her cousin, Maddi and asked her to ask Mike out on a date for Saturday night as a backup plan. If Friday night's dinner was a bust, then Saturday night ought to be a real test for him. Even if he saw through Friday's date as another ploy of Reba's, he'd never suspect that Reba would set him up again on Saturday night. She put her head in her hands.

That's when it sunk in that Friday's dinner with Brock would be very awkward after what happened between them. Breakfast with Brock and his wife would be even more uncomfortable that morning. She wondered how long she could stay holed up in her bedroom. She went to lie back on the bed and touched the sheets, remembering what happened that morning between her and Brock. She wondered how many more times it happened between them during the night, but was too scared to approach that subject with Brock right now. She closed her eyes and waited for the feelings of peace and calmness that she desperately wanted to come to her. There was a light knock on the door. She didn't respond and chose to pretend to be asleep, hoping that the person would give up and leave her alone.

The kids had Brock and Barbra Jean downstairs. She could afford to take this time for herself. The door opened slowly. Reba heard whoever it was step into the room and then the door shut. Reba breathed a sigh of relief. Then she felt someone sit down on the bed beside her.

"I know that you're not asleep. Give it up, Reba. I know you better than that. Besides, you made the tea to help calm yourself down and you didn't even drink it."

Reba opened her eyes and groaned. "I'm trying to get some peace and quiet. I usually start my day very peacefully, but that's been ruined this morning."

"That is not my fault."

"I'm aware of that. I'm just realizing that I participated in making things worse for you and BJ. I'm sorry about that."

"There were two of us here, you know. It wasn't just you. That was quite some story that you told over the phone."

"Paige feels the need to butt into my love life. I really didn't want to give her the personal details. It's honestly just as uncomplicated as I made it sound. We had a onetime encounter and it won't happen again."

"Apparently she thinks that it was enough to 'remove the giant stick from your butt'. So was it?" he asked, smirking.

"If you're askin' if I'm gonna get uptight about this, then the answer is no. It's not as if I've never had an encounter like this before."

"An encounter? We make love and you call it an encounter."

Reba got frustrated with the direction that the conversation was taking. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Making love is something that you do with your wife. You and I had sex. That's it. I prefer the word encounter over something like hookup or one night stand."

"One night stand? Are you kidding me?"

"This is new for me. I don't make it a habit to have sex with married men. I'm not a homewrecker and I'm not gonna start being one now. I am not that type of woman."

"As opposed to Barbra Jean?"

"Yes. As a matter of fact, that's exactly what she is. You should ask her just how many married men she's slept with. There were lots. I know this for a fact. I found out six years ago after I found that picture of you and BJ in the garage. Most of them were dentists. She's what Lori Ann calls a tooth tart." She turned her back to him, not really wanting to see the look on his face.

Brock takes in this information, not knowing how to respond and not wanting to fight with her. "This is not how I pictured this morning turning out. Do you know what we were doin' not more than an hour ago?" He started to rub her back gently.

"Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't mean for you to find out like that. BJ came to me one night when I was out with Lori Ann. She explained the whole thing to me. She wanted me to forgive you so badly. That's why I apologized. I have always hoped beyond hope that you haven't ever done anythin' like that to me while we were married. I just couldn't stand the thought of you cheatin' on me with her while you were livin' in our house."

"Honey, I can promise ya that I have never had sex with BJ at any time while I have lived in our house." He bent down and spoke softly in her ear, then he kissed her shoulder.

"I really don't wanna get into any type of deep discussion right now. I will say just one thing about what you heard this mornin'. It's my turn to have a midlife crisis and it's your turn to be the supportive one and give the time and space to make my own mistakes."

"Do you consider what happened between us a mistake?"

"You are not gonna be satisfied until I say somethin' about it, are ya? I'd call it a very pleasurable encounter, but not one that you can expect to be repeated, okay? For once, I just wanna live in the moment for a change. I've never done that before." Reba turned to face Brock. "I'm always the responsible one who has to worry about everythin'. I want the chance to really enjoy my life without thinkin' about everyone else once in a while. I'm not sorry about what happened between us, but I will be if you keep talkin' about it."

"Fair enough. Now, drink your tea. I came all the way up here to help you calm down. You have high blood pressure and I don't want anythin' to happen to you, honey."

"I don't feel like drinking tea right now. You and BJ can have it, okay? I'm just gonna finish my coffee and then go downstairs to have breakfast." Reba said, as she sat up in bed.

"Somethin' is up with you. You insist on makin' the tea. You put it in front of me and Barbra Jean after screaming at me about relationships and commitment, then you run upstairs like a bat outta h-. What's goin' on with you, Reba? Somethin' is up with the tea, isn't it? Even I've seen that movie where the wife poisons her cheatin' husband's food."

"Poison you and BJ? Believe me, I've thought about it a thousand times, but I've never acted on it. I'm just tryin' to help you. I just wanna help ya." Reba responded. Her shoulder sagged during her explanation.

"I'll believe it when I see it. If nothing's wrong with the tea, then you drink it."

Brock handed her the teacup. She took a long sip of the tea to show him that nothing was wrong. Brock took the cup out of her hands and put it on her nightstand. He looked into her eyes and moved his mouth over hers, devouring its softness.

The touch of his lips on hers sent a shockwave through her entire body. Barbra Jean was still downstairs sitting in the kitchen alone, waiting for Brock and Reba to come downstairs. The thought tore at her insides. It gnawed away at her conscience…

Reba was filled with guilt. Barbra Jean was waiting downstairs, not suspecting that anything like this would be happening between her husband and Reba. Reba was wondering how she could ever face Barbra Jean this morning. What would she say?….

What will happen to Reba and Brock on Friday's date? What will Reba's breakfast conversation with Barbra Jean be like? Will Barbra Jean give her blessing to Reba going on a date with Brock? What will Barbra Jean say about music and the roses? How does Reba really feel about her encounter with Brock? Will Reba be talking to LovinCowboy84 about her fears and about what she did with Brock? Will readers get to find out what's happening with Lori Ann soon? Who will Reba end up with in Vegas?

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