Believe in Love Again Chapter 29: Dinner and dancing, a reba fanfic

Dear Readers-

This week's chapter is dedicated to a couple of fan fiction writers who tried to post their stories yesterday and got flamed. I'm so sorry that happened to both of you. You have my full support as a reader. I will continue to read and review your stories. Some people just can't live by the Golden Rule: If you can't say something nice, then don't say anything at all. That was the first thing I learned as a kid.

Please don't let that get you down or stop you from writing. If fan fiction authors stopped writing due to flaming, then Reba stories would no longer exist. This is the only way that we can keep these characters going now. May the Hart family live on in fan fiction forever! I hate the CW for taking this wonderful show off the air.

Let me know that you want me to keep this story going! Today is my birthday! It would be great to have plenty of feedback. 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- He was momentarily speechless as he looked at her gentle, overwhelming beauty. While Brock held his gaze on Reba, Reba couldn't help but take in the sight of Brock. There was a glint of humor in his eyes. Reba saw something else in his eyes that she couldn't quite identify. He stood there, devilishly handsome. She took in his tempting, attractive male physique. His smile was wide, his teeth strikingly white in his tanned face. He had thick goldenrod hair. She took in the tantalizing smell of his cologne. Lightly, he fingered a loose tendril of hair on her cheek.

"They're lovely. Thank you, Brock." Reba said softly.

They heard the sound of a car pulling up in front of the house. "That is my other surprise for you." Brock whispered. He walked to the front door and opened it slowly. Reba's eyes widened when she saw the shiny limousine parked in front of their house.

"What is that for? Are we going to the prom?" Reba quipped.

Brock smiled mischievously. "We just might, my dear."

"Well, I just need to go upstairs and get my purse so we can go."

Reba rushed upstairs as fast as she could in her new high heeled sandals. She grabbed her purse, added some lipstick with some shiny gloss over her lips, and added some of her special floral perfume. Brock watched as Reba approached the top of the stairs again, gliding as she walked gracefully down each stair. She stopped in front of him. He offered her his arm. She linked her arm in his and they walked arm in arm to the limousine waiting outside.

Reba forgot her nerves as they walked. She vowed to enjoy the evening without anxiety or guilt. Brock opened the limo door for her. She took a deep breath before getting inside. She didn't want to think about anything else right now, other than living in the moment. She felt surprisingly comfortable. She was impressed by Brock's display of extravagance with the bouquet and the limousine. She wondered what the evening would hold for them...

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

We left the story in chapter 28 in the present year of the story- June 2008 with Reba and Brock getting ready to go on their date. Reba was still struggling with her anxiety over the date. She thought about why she and Brock hadn't crossed the line before in the last six years. She put those feelings aside for a cup of tea and a bath to calm her swirling nerves. She thought about the kind of man that she wanted to be with. Reba chose a special dress for her date with Brock.

It was a dress that she'd bought for her anniversary dinner with Mike. She questioned why she seemed drawn to wearing that particular dress for an evening out with Brock. Brock prepared for the evening freshly groomed with new clothes also. He bought an expensive floral arrangement of pink and peach roses complete with pink and lavender balloons and a teddy bear. He secretly stood behind Reba as she answered the door just to see her reaction. When she read the card with a special message from Brock, he revealed how sincere he was.

They shared a smile. Reba and Brock stood there holding each other's hand and staring into each other's eyes as Brock's other surprise pulled into the driveway. Brock ordered a limousine for the evening. Reba was clearly impressed that Brock pulled out all the stops for her because he was usually a very cheap man. They walked arm and arm to the limousine and Brock was displaying his best manners. Reba decided to enjoy herself and live in the moment that evening.

What will happen to Reba and Brock on their date? Will Barbra Jean have a nice date with Eugene Fisher? What else does the evening hold for Reba and Brock? What will Brock and Reba talk about during their date? Will readers get to find out what's happening with Lori Ann soon? Who will Reba end up with in Vegas?

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's date with Brock. He has arranged for a romantic dinner, dancing, and karaoke. They will watch Romancing the Stone and the evening will continue from there.

Remember the most important thing that you can do to keep this story going is to Read and Review! Any comments and feedback is appreciated. I may consider using one of your suggestions and giving you full credit. I need feedback so I know if I should keep the story going. Please let me know if you like this story and want it to continue.

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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Brock whistled to himself as he shut the limousine door after Reba got inside. He quickly dashed over to the other side and entered the limousine through that door. He'd had a great time spending his money on the flowers, balloons, and limousine for Reba, and the night had just begun. He decided that it wouldn't matter how much he spent tonight because it was worth it just to be able to be on this date with Reba. He owed her so much already. He had twenty-two years of birthdays and anniversaries to make up for. Why did he take so much for granted?

He had a beautiful wife and wonderful kids that he didn't take care of like he should have. When did he stop thinking of being lucky just to end up with Reba? Maybe he had Mike to thank for helping him to see the light. It took so much hard work to get Reba to even notice him. She didn't want anyone else, but Mike in the beginning. He hung around Mike when he was with Reba, just to get to know her and to get her to notice him. The only time that she noticed him was when she was mad at him. That's when he started to bug her just to see her reaction.

Most of the time, she ignored him or pretended like he wasn't even there. Twenty-eight years later, it was the best way to get her attention. That was starting to lose its appeal. He didn't want her to be mad at him anymore. He wanted her to look at him with that look in her eyes, the look that she had in her eyes on Monday morning. That look was full of the same passion and desire that she'd given him before in their relationship when things were good. He wanted to show her that he was a changed man and that he deserved a second chance. Reba was never big on second chances with him.

When he screwed up, it took a lot of work for him to get her to forgive him. He really deserved to be in the doghouse with Reba now. After what he'd done over the past six years, it was going to take a lifetime to make it up to her. Would she give him the opportunity to try? She looked so beautiful tonight. She was clearly dressed for a date, even though she'd insisted that it was just a friendly dinner. He'd hoped that she didn't dress this way for all of her friendly dinners with co-workers and such. He was hoping that this evening would be just as special to her as it was to him.

He was worried that she thought that he was only after her body. Getting to make love to her again was just a bonus. He was after something more precious than that, her heart. He wanted to capture the heart of Reba Nell McKinney Hart for the second time. He wondered why it took him so long to realize that he'd been a fool. He'd been a fool since he'd gotten separated from Barbra Jean the first time. He'd known that it was a mistake to leave Reba and marry Barbra Jean. He'd known that he still loved her as soon as Dr. Baker asked them if they still loved each other.

Man, he would've loved to have heard her response, but feared that she would've replied with a no. Who leaves a soul mate because of an argument over a toaster? Each time he fought with Barbra Jean, he let Reba take over patching things up between them. He would not give in to Reba's ploys this time. He would get her to 'fess up and face whatever they had between them. It was funny to think that Reba was hiding behind Barbra Jean out of fear. It was her biggest way to function and not allow herself to feel anything for Brock. Reba always had an angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other shoulder. Brock wanted to give that angel on Reba's shoulder the night off.

A night like this was something that Reba had fantasized about for years. It was like something out of a romantic novel or movie. She'd never had a date like this before. Here was Brock pulling out all the stops just to go out with her. Why? Brock was the cheapest man alive. It was like Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Here was a man who looked like Brock and sounded like Brock, but he didn't act anything like the Brock Hart that she knew. She loved seeing the look in Brock's eyes as she descended down the stairs just before they left the house.

Brock was mesmerized by the figure beside him. He was glad that she'd let her hair curl naturally and fall around her shoulders the way he like it. He was compelled to reach out and feel a long curl. Her gentle blue eyes still a touch of innocence he was always unable to resist. The devil on her shoulder was winning. He could tell by the looks that she was giving him, but she was shy and self-conscious. He didn't know why.

Finally, they had arrived at Maggiano's Little Italy Restaurant. Brock opened the doors again for Reba. When they were out of the limousine, Brock offered his hand to Reba. She took it graciously and they walked into the restaurant, holding hands. Brock and Reba were seated immediately. Reba went to powder her nose while the maitre-d talked to Brock.

Note to readers: I thought that it would be nice if Brock took Reba to an Italian restaurant where they actually spoke some Italian to customers. Translation: Hello sir. How are you tonight? (bellissima=beautiful).

"Ciao signore. Come seistasera? Your wife is bellissima. Is tonight a special occasion?"

"Yes, she is. I'm very lucky. We're celebrating her birthday tonight."

"We could come out with a cake and sing to her, if you'd like."

"Yeah, that would be great. Thanks."

"I'll let your waiter know."

Brock smiled and nodded. Reba returned and a waiter showed the couple to their table. They sat across from each other at a round, linen-covered table for two. A single candle flickered while Brock took a white thornless rose out of the vase and placed it in Reba's hair. Soft romantic music filled the air. Brock sipped champagne out of a thin crystal flute and gazed into Reba's eyes, probing into her thoughts as she sat silently.

The meal began with two chicken and apple salads. The salads were made with grilled chicken and Granny Smith apples with Iceberg lettuce, arugula, grapes, celery, chives and walnuts. It was served with bleu cheese vinaigrette. There wasn't much conversation between the two until they were talking about what to order for the appetizer and entrees.

"What do you want for an appetizer? How about stuffed mushrooms?"

"What are you gonna get?"

"I thought that I would share with you. We've already had salad and I'd like to save room for the meal."

"Really? Because I thought that you were too cheap to order yourself a separate appetizer, Brock." Reba quipped.

"Makin' the cheap comments again. How clever you are."

"Do you really even like stuffed mushrooms? They're stuffed with spinach."

"Yes, actually I do. I've eaten spinach. I do eat healthy, you know."

"When someone forces you to."

"Try takin' me at face value, Reba. Maybe there are still some things that we don't know about each other and we could spend the evening talkin' about that."

"Fair enough, Brock. What is it that I don't know about ya besides the fact that you eat spinach?"

"I'm not as cheap as you think. I spent over a hundred dollars on the flowers and balloons from Breen's. Did you know that is Dom Perignon Champagne that you're drinking?"

Reba was so shocked at what Brock said that she spit her drink out at Brock. Brock sat there wiping the liquid off his face while Reba struggled to conceal a laugh.

"That's just great, Reba. You laugh while I wipe off the champagne that you spit on me."

"I'm sorry, but you shoulda seen the look on your face."

"Well you shoulda seen the look on your face when I told ya how much the flowers cost and what we were drinking."

"Point taken. I'm just so surprised that you went to all this trouble."

"I told ya that I'm makin' up for every birthday and anniversary that I ever got wrong."

Reba put her hand over his and lightly patted it. "Thank you. It means a lot. Of course, it's not as great as a trip to Italy, but it's a start." she joked.

"Do you want me to take ya to Italy, Reba?"

"I was just kiddin', Brock. I honestly do appreciate your efforts tonight. I'm just wondering when you're gonna turn back into a frog."

Brock pretended to look offended. Reba smiled and then commented again in a more serious tone.

"You're really layin' on the charm with this Prince Charming routine that you've got goin' here, but I'm just wondering how long it will last. When will I be face to face with the real Brock Hart again?"

"Frogs get to stay princes when they get kissed."

Reba made a face at that remark. Brock gently patted her hand reassuringly.

"That was just a joke, I swear. I'm not asking for anything more than the pleasure of your company tonight. Look, I'm just tryin' to show you that I've changed. I'm not the man that I once was. That Brock Hart that you dislike so much is long gone. This is the only Brock that you'll see now."

"I'll believe it when I see it. I'd like to see how long this routine of yours lasts, Brock."

"Forever."

"Really? That other Brock was a very lousy husband. And here you are out with another woman tonight."

"We're separated and she happens to be out on a date with another man tonight."

"I'm sorry."

"What do you have to be sorry for?"

"I'm sorry that you're havin' such a hard time with your marriage."

"That's life. The most important thing is how you learn to deal with life's challenges."

"That's very profound coming from you, Brock."

"I keep tellin' ya that I'm a complicated man. There's more to me than meets the eye. I know there's more to you than meets the eye."

"Nope. I've known ya for twenty-eight years now. My life is an open book. What you see is what you get."

"I bet that it would make for interestin' reading."

"What would?"

"The story of your life."

Reba tried to laugh off that last comment. "If my life was made into a book, it would be called I'm a Survivor."

"Fair enough. It would still make for interesting reading."

"Well, that's all because of you."

"I'd like to think that we've had some good times in those twenty-eight years."

"Yes, of course. We have three wonderful children together."

"And Elizabeth."

At the thought of their sweet little granddaughter, Reba smiled.

"I'd like to make a toast. To our wonderful family." Reba said.

"I'll drink to that. And to the wonderful woman who gave me such a great family." Brock lifted Reba's hand, lightly pressing his lips to it before setting it back down.

"Thank you, Brock. That's sweet. You're just pouring on the charm. I know how you are, but I'm not fallin' for the bull that you're shovelin'."

"I'm offended, Reba. I'm really bein' sincere, honey."

"We'll see, Brock. We'll see."

Brock seemed very pleased with himself. Reba was usually only this defensive when she was uncomfortable with her feelings. "So what do you want to order for an entrée?"

They exchanged a smile. Reba ordered Chicken Marsala. The entrée consisted of chicken breasts, lightly floured and sautéed with mushrooms, onions and Marsala sauce with angel hair aglio olio, which was Angel Hair pasta tossed with garlic and olive oil. Brock ordered the Prime New York Steak. The entrée consisted of a 16 oz. prime aged center-cut New York strip, marinated in herbs and garlic, broiled with garlic butter and topped with crispy onion strings. It was served with crispy red potatoes. He also ordered a side of Spaghetti Marinara, which was spaghetti served with a classic blend of tomatoes, basil, oregano and olive oil.

Reba wanted some of Brock's entrée and Brock wanted some of Reba's entrée so they got extra plates to share half of each entrée and side dish between them. The conversation flowed pleasantly throughout the meal. Reba was constantly smiling. Then she decided to make a bold suggestion.

"How about we order a cocktail? We've already been drinking champagne and we don't have to worry about driving home tonight."

"We're already having drinks at the club, but I don't see why not. You're the boss tonight."

"How about a Primo Margarita? I've heard that they're really good here."

"You do know what's in that, right? You want to drink somethin' like that with me."

"Yeah, sure. We're friends. Lori Ann is my best friend. I go out with her and drink. So, why not? We're celebrating, so let's have some fun."

"If you're sure, then okay. Like I said, you're the boss tonight."

"So you have to do whatever I say?"

"Your wish is my command."

"I could make you very sorry that you said that." Reba loved the gentle sparring as much as Brock did.

"That's a risk that I'll have to take." The teasing laughter was back in his eyes. Seeing the amusement in his eyes, she laughed.

Brock ordered two Primo Margaritas. They finished their entrees and Brock signaled to the waiter for Reba's surprise. The wait staff came to the table with a chocolate cake for Reba. They sang Happy Birthday to her. Reba felt a warm glow flow through her. This was one of the best birthday celebrations that she'd ever had. She found herself staring at him during dessert.

"You've got to stop doing that." Brock remarked.

"What?"

"Making those sounds as you eat this cake."

Reba laughed. "What's the matter, Brock?"

"It drives me crazy when you made those noises."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, you know what you're doing. You're making those sexy noises while you enjoy eating that cake. Those are the same little noises that you make..."

Reba held her hand up. "I get it, Brock. Too bad! I'm gonna make any noises that I want. I'm the boss tonight." She responded teasingly with a slight smile of defiance.

"If you don't stop, I'll remind ya of the last time that you made those same little noises on Monday morning." His florid, self-satisfied face mocked her.

Reba rolled her eyes. She was irritated at the thrilling current moving through her. "You're just a typical guy. Men are always reminded of sex. It's not my fault if you're thinking of that while I'm just sittin' here, mindin' my own business."

For some reason, he found her displeasure amusing. "Oh, yeah! You're just Little Miss Innocent, aren't ya? Mrs. Hart, you are inviting trouble with the way that you're lookin' at me and makin' those noises. Are you tryin' to flirt with me?" Brock noted in a casual, jesting way.

"Sure, Brock. Like I'd really flirt with ya. I'm not interested in ya that way." Reba flashed him a look of disdain.

"You were interested enough on Monday morning."

Reba was glad of the semidarkness that hid the flush in her cheeks. "That was an isolated incident brought on by parasomnia and stress."

"You have parasomnia all the time. Are you still stressed out?" Brock's fingers were soft and warm as he grasped Reba's.

"Not at all. I feel so good right now. I feel even better than I felt on Monday morning. Thank you, Brock. I'm actually having fun." Reba's optimistic nature had always made her believe that romance was possible, but she had to wonder if it was possible for Brock to suddenly develop a romantic side.

"Honey, you look like you're having fun too. I'm glad that I got ya to come out with me tonight."

"I'm glad that you invited me out tonight, too. Do you wanna get to our next place?"

"You don't wanna get some coffee first?"

"Nah, I just wanna sing and dance. You promised, remember?"

"Okay, then let's be on our way. I definitely wanna see you on that stage as soon as I can."

Brock took Reba's hand. They walked to the limousine, holding hands. The next destination was Drink Houston. This was a place with five nightclubs in one. Their first stop inside was at Center Stage Karaoke. Reba was very nervous.

"I'm so nervous. I haven't been on a stage in years. I'm not sure about this."

"You'll do great. Why don't we have a drink? I'll get on stage and sing first. You can go on after me."

"Really? You'll go on before me?"

"Absolutely. I'm not worried at all. You'll look great after I go on and make a fool of myself."

Reba laughed and put her hand gently against on Brock's chest for a minute. "When you put it like that, what do I have to lose?"

Brock went to get a beer for himself and a Pink Squirrel for Reba.

"Don't worry. You do great up there, too. I remember that you can sing if you want to," Reba commented. She kissed his cheek. "Just for luck. Get up there and sing something great."

Brock stepped up to the stage to sing.

There's a place in your heart where nobody's been.
Take me there.
Things nobody knows, not even your friends.
Take me there.
Tell me about your momma, your daddy, your home town, show me around.
I wanna see it all, don't leave anything out.

I wanna know, everything about you.
And I wanna go, down every road you've been.
Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live, where you keep the rest of your life hid.
I wanna know the girl behind that pretty stare.
Take me there.

Your first real kiss, your first true love, you were scared.
Show me where.
You learned about life, spent your summer nights, without a care.
Take me there.
I wanna roll down Main Street and back roads like you did when you were a kid.
What makes you who you are, tell me what your story is.

I wanna roll down Main Street.
I wanna know your hopes and your dreams.
Take me, take me there.
Yeah.

"That was wonderful, Brock. Really great." Reba hugged Brock out of excitement. "I'd forgotten how great your voice really is."

Brock kissed Reba's cheek. "Thanks honey. It's your turn now. Get up there."

Another morning, another day in your life
Without someone there by you
You had a dream again last night
You wonder why the dream just won't come true

So what ya gonna do
Walk around with your head hung down
Maybe that's the reason you've never found
The one for you
So you've got to let your love shine through

Your eyes, your smile
You've got to let somebody know how you feel inside
Your heart, you'll find
Somebody wants to be a part of your life

And if you just believe
And say that's what you're gonna do
One day love will find its way to you
Yes it will
One day love will find its way to you

Another party, and all your friends are smiles
Oh you might meet someone new
And being close would be so nice
In this life the chances are so few

So what ya gonna do
Walk around with your head hung down
Maybe that's the reason you've never found
The one for you
So you've got to let your love shine through

Your eyes, your smile
You've got to let somebody know how you feel inside
Your heart, you'll find
Somebody wants to be a part of your life

And if you just believe
And say that's what you're gonna do
One day love will find its way to you
Oh yes it will
One day love will find its way to you

Don't you think you're the only one
Oh somewhere in the world
There's a lonely heart looking for someone

You've got to let your love shine through
Your eyes, your smile
You've got to let somebody know how you feel inside
Your heart, you'll find
Somebody wants to be a part of your life

Cause your eyes, your smile
You've got to let somebody know how you feel inside
Somebody wants to be a part of your life

"Reba honey, that was great. I want you to know that I can always see what's in your heart through your amazing eyes and smile. I'll always want to be a part of your life."

"And you will find happiness one day. You and Barbra Jean will work things out and I'll get to see you be happy. I know that you've been in pain. Your heart will recover from this."

"Unfortunately, I know that the reason why you understand my problems. I put your heart through this type of thing. I'm sorry that I hurt you. I never want to see pain in those lovely eyes again. I think I'm gonna get back up there and sing again."

"I didn't mean to bring you down. Let's go back to having fun. Now get back up that and sing for me." Reba said cheerfully. She went to kiss his cheek again, but he moved and her lips landed on his lips. Her lips lingered there for a couple of minutes before she pulled away.

"Sure thing, honey. This one is for you."

If I lived and breathed before you loved me
I don't recall
If I walked around at all, it was in bits and pieces
Of a jagged heart

You kissed me, and every
Piece went back in place
Every pain got erased
You held me up to the sunlight

Now it feels like

No one ever left
Me out in the rain
Cold words still remain
Unspoken

And I never got lost
Spent years in the dark
You're here, now my heart's
Unbroken

When I see you smile
Feel my soul again
And I'm unbroken..

If I doubted the power of love, baby now I'll
Understand
I thank God for every day I wake up to the soft touch
Of your magic hands

In this world sometimes, the
Only thing that's real
Is the way you make me feel
Babe, the change is day and night

I swear it's like

No one ever left
Me out in the rain
Cold words still remain
Unspoken

And I never got lost
Spent years in the dark
You're here, now my heart's
Unbroken

When I see you smile
Feel my soul again
And I'm unbroken..

I still see the night
I fell into your eyes
And when we made love
It had felt like the first time!

No one ever left
Me out in the rain
Cold words still remain
Unspoken

And I never got lost
Spent years in the dark
You're here, now my heart's
Unbroken

When I see you smile
Feel my soul again
And I'm unbroken..

Heyy yeahh...

I'm unbroken!

Ohh... heyy yeahh...

I'm unbroken!

No one ever left
Me out in the rain
Cold words still remain
Unspoken

And I never got lost
Spent years in the dark
You're here, now my heart's
Unbroken

No one ever left
Me out in the rain
Cold words still remain
Unspoken

And I never got lost
Spent years in the dark
You're here, now my heart's
Unbroken

No one ever left
Me out in the rain
Cold words still remain
Unspoken

And I never got lost
Spent years in the dark
You're here, now my heart's
Unbroken

"That was really nice, Brock. I'll go next. After that, we should go dancing. I'm gonna get another drink before it's my turn to sing again." Reba walked away before Brock could say anything else. She downed a shot and then got up to sing.

She married when she was twenty
She thought she was ready
Now she's not so sure
She thought she'd done some living
But now she's just wonderin'
What she's living for
Now she's feeling that there's something more

Is there life out there
So much she hasn't done
Is there life beyond
Her family and her home
She's done what she should
Should she do what she dares
She doesn't want to leave
She's just wonderin'
Is there life out there

She's always lived for tomorrow
She's never learned how
To live for today
She's dyin' to try something foolish
Do something crazy
Or just get away
Something for herself for a change

There's a place in the sun that she's never been
Where life is fair and time is a friend
Would she do it the same as she did back then
She looks out the window and wonders again

When Reba was finished singing, everyone was clapping. Brock had a big wide smile. "You did so great. You always look so good up on a stage. You're amazing! You sound like an angel." Brock was trying to show Reba how proud he was of her. Reba felt very proud of herself, too. She hadn't sung anywhere else but Holliway's in her whole life. It was time to see what she could do to break out of her shell and really live like there's no tomorrow.

With that idea in mind, Reba led Brock into the next club, Rain Latin Lounge. A large band played dreamy Latin music that sent the dancers dipping and swaying around the dance floor. Brock noticed one particular couple whose bodies moved with a singular fluidity and grace. As they spun around, their bodies seemed to melt into one another. The crowd cheered and applauded them when the music stopped. That was how Brock wanted to dance with Reba. Reba was strangely flattered by Brock's sudden interest in her.

She could feel the sexual magnetism that made him so self-confident. Reba could see the open desire in Brock's eyes. She was almost embarrassed at how happy that made her. She wasn't sure if he could tell how much she wanted him. Such an attraction could be perilous for Reba. Brock was married to one of her best friends. She blushed at her own excitement. Reba only half listened to what Brock was saying as she struggled with her conscience.

Brock offered Reba his hand. "Reba Hart, may I have the honor?" When Reba looked at Brock the way she was now with her soul-piercing eyes, he felt a vital worthiness not only in her, but in himself. That was a feeling that he hadn't felt for a long time. Without using words or actions, Reba had sparked a revolution within Brock. He hated looking within himself, but he couldn't help it. Was he truly worthy of Reba? Despite his nagging thoughts, he felt a courage rise within him. He could be the man that Reba needed and wanted in her life.

The band broke into a hot calypso and distracted them both from their thoughts. Brock pulled her to the dance floor, put his arms around her, and pressed his body next to hers. With his hips he taught her the rhythmic movements of the calypso as his strong arms spun her away from him and then pulled her back. He held her closer and felt her long legs brush against his thighs and her arm tighten around his neck. When she buried her head in his shoulder and he smelled her floral perfume, he thought he never wanted the night to end. Reba had never danced to this type of music before. She found that she loved not only dancing but also the effect her swaying hips and surging movements had on Brock.

He was in the best of moods, enticing her to try new steps. The music downshifted to an exotically sensual melody and without coaxing, Reba placed both her arms around Brock's neck. Brock looked into her eyes and pulled her so close she felt as if they'd melted together. When his foot moved, her foot followed. When his hips dipped, so did Reba's and when he leaned her over almost in a backbend, his face was only inches from hers. The crowd applauded. Brock led Reba over to the bar for another drink.

Brock chugged his quickly and offered a shot to Reba. Reba eyed hers skeptically, then gave in to his urgings and gulped it down. Her eyes were watering and she dribbled the fiery liquor on her lips but she didn't care. Brock kissed her quickly on the mouth, tasting the liquor, and then took her in his arms. The rhythm picked up once again and more people moved onto the dance floor. The hot music was building into a crescendo. Arms over her head, fingers snapping and body gyrating, Reba danced as if possessed by a wild, untamed rhythm.

Her hair flew out in a long veil as she spun around. Brock's hands circled her waist and slid down the side of her hips and onto her thighs, and then he spun around, clapping his hands, and stamping his feet. They laughed and shouted along with the music as it grew louder and louder. Suddenly the music ended with a wild, final blast. Reba looked at Brock, who smiled, took her in his arms, and continued dancing while the band played on. During a brief intermission, Brock got a chance to look at his watch.

"Well, madam. We've stayed out past your self-imposed curfew. It's almost midnight. I'm sorry about missing your movie."

"Don't be. I set my DVR to record it, just in case. We can watch it tomorrow."

Brock was mindful of what Reba just said. She set the DVR to record the movie? He was relieved, but curious about what was going on in her head tonight. Could it be that she planned to stay out with Brock longer than agreed? Was she planning on having so much fun that she could forget about keeping time? "Do you want to keep dancing?"

"No. Let's get home before you turn back into a pumpkin."

Brock chuckled. "A pumpkin? I thought that I was a frog who turned into a prince."

Reba smiled. "The night's not over yet. I haven't decided what you are yet." Reba took Brock's hand and laced his fingers with her own. Brock led them out of the nightclub. They stood outside, waiting for their limousine to pull up to take them home. Standing in the middle of a warm rain shower, Brock cupped Reba's face in his hands and drew her to him. His lips were soft and cool and precious, she thought, as he placed three tiny kisses on her lips.

For a brief moment he gazed deeply into her eyes as if looking for an answer to a question. When he closed his eyes and parted her lips with his tongue, she felt as if she were lost in a vortex. She could feel the rain washing down her cheeks, cooling the fiery seal he had made on her mouth with his lips. With deliberate slowness, he teased and tasted her lips and tongue. Like an equatorial heat wave, Brock's kiss blazed through her body, wilting her reserve and charring her resistance. She arched her body into his, feeling the crunch of his shirt buttons against the thin silk of her bodice. She lifted her arms and put them around his neck, her mouth, torso, arms, and legs sinking irrevocably into him like a dying moth that for a split second had realized the flame had always offered but one consequence.

His torrid kiss invaded the secret recesses of her mind, unleashing all the passion she had stored away. With a wild desire and wantonness she hadn't believed possible, Reba kissed him back, hungering for every second that his lips covered hers. He was her savior and she clung to him, telling him with her mouth and tongue and body that she wanted him as equally as he wanted her. She felt the press of his hips against her and when his hands grasped her backside and pulled her even closer, she knew she would have him. Brock's kisses consumed her totally, shredding the last of her self-control and savagely severing the reins she'd so often held on herself.

The world had turned completely around for Reba and when Brock lifted his head and peered at her with his intense blue eyes, she knew they were about to embark on a journey that could be more perilous and exciting than the sum of all they'd experienced before. Reba became chilled and shivered. Brock took off his jacket and placed it around her shoulders. He leaned down and kissed her long and hard once again. The limousine pulled up to the curb in front of them. Brock opened the door for her. Instead of entering the limousine through the other door, he followed her into the vehicle through the same door.

He sat beside her and took her hand in his again. She was living in the moment. She let go of her misgivings. She felt as eager affection coming from him. There was a tingling in the pit of her stomach. For tonight, she would live like there was no tomorrow. Then she remembered that they were going back to the house. Despite their recent encounter, Reba was nervous at the thought of being with Brock again in their bed where they'd had so many memories. She remembered that night in July almost six years ago when they'd made more than just a memory. She wondered what the night would hold for them, for her heart and what would happen when morning came...

What will happen to Reba and Brock when they reach the house? Will Barbra Jean share the details of date with Eugene Fisher with Reba? What does the morning hold for Reba and Brock? What will Brock and Reba talk about when morning comes? 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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