Dear Readers-
I had a great birthday! My kids greeted me early with hugs and my little ones even made me breakfast in bed. My husband finally remembered my birthday. I was shocked and surprised! He surprised me by taking me out for a great dinner! He was so sweet that I feel like making Brock even sweeter to Reba. I am now inspired to write more for Reba. Romance inspires more romance.
Happy Mother's Day! I also had a great Mother's Day. I was surprised that my oldest daughter, who reads my story, decided to surprise me with a dozen peach and pink roses with a balloon that said Happy Mother's Day. It was definitely appreciated! My kids were so sweet today. Thank you, Janie Dear. You're the best!
There's a new poll for this story and series. Please vote for who you want to end up with whom is this story and series. I really want your feedback for this one. I want to get each female character to end up with a guy to love in the series. It's about finding love for all the female characters, but the emphasis is on Reba for now. Spoiler: Lori Ann is the next to find love, but with which guy?
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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, Jason Holliway 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- 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 happens next? Stay tuned to find out this chapter!
We left the story in chapter 29 in the present year of the story- June 2008 with Reba and Brock having an Italian dinner, singing karaoke, and dancing. Brock took Reba out for a nice Italian dinner. They flirted and teased each other. They drank champagne and margaritas. Their next destination was a nightclub with karaoke and dancing. They each sang two songs. Their lips met accidentally. Reba threw caution to the wind and led Brock to the dance floor. They danced to Latin music and kissed. As they started to go home, they were caught in the rain and kissed again. Reba decided to let go of her fears as they headed home.
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?
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 night with Brock after the night out. They've been flirting with each other all night long. They've exchanged kisses. The evening will continue from there back at the house. They will watch Romancing the Stone eventually. I can't give anything else away. It's good Breba stuff!
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When they arrived at home, Brock drew a hot bath for Reba, insisting that a chill could make her sick. After all the hardship that her body had been through lately with her high blood pressure and emotional distress, he said, peeling the rain-soaked dress off her body-she could never be too careful about things like that. Brock's breath caught in his throat as he looked at her standing nude in front of him. She was a goddess in his eyes! He hadn't actually seen her naked lately at all. He didn't get to see much when they were together on Monday morning. Everything happened so fast without warning, either in the darkness of night or under the covers when morning came. Reba kept herself covered in a blanket or a robe afterwards as she rushed to get dressed and get downstairs.
He'd seen her as close to unclad as possible and yet it still had not prepared him for such beauty. He'd forgotten how she wore her body like tailor-made clothes. He was awestruck and could only gape at her.
Suddenly Reba's arms crossed over her upper body and tears sprang to her eyes. "Please don't look at me like that!" She wasn't in her twenties or thirties anymore. She was in her forties and she knew that her body looked different now.
"You got it wrong!" he said instantly, taking her in his arms and kissing her again. "You're just so beautiful."
He looked into her eyes and knew she didn't believe him, but he also knew, given enough time, he would convince her. He kissed her eyes and tasted her salty tears, kissed her cheeks and ears and nose. He whispered soothing words as her tears subsided. Brock peeled off his clothes as well and lifted Reba into his arms. He carried her up to the bathtub and gently placed her inside. He stepped in and sat opposite her.
Reba handed him the sponge but he dropped it carelessly on the floor. When she reached for the soap, he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him until her breasts touched his chest.
"This is what I should have done a long time ago. We've wasted so much time."
Brock bent his head and when their lips met, he devoured her with a ferocity that turned Reba's spine to liquid. She felt a ball of heat of heat catapult from one end of her body to the other, igniting her nerve endings. Every inch of her skin was eager for his touch. His hand slowly slid from her neck to the base of her throat with such agonizing inaction that before his hand came to rest on her breast, she thought she would go insane with the wait. Momentarily, his hand stopped; Brock held his breath and then he moaned when he kissed her again. She understood now the wait had been even more torturous for Brock.
His hands slid over the silky terrain of Reba's hips, thighs, and legs as his kisses became more eager. When he massaged her breast again, his hands were trembling. Suddenly he stood up, scooped her into his arms and carried her soaking wet into the bedroom. He was just inches from crossing the line once again. If he thought about it, he crossed the line earlier in the evening, but she didn't seem to mind. This was something that couldn't be explained by parasomnia and stress. This was crossing the line again with her full consent. It was very different from the other morning.
A sense of freedom, power, and courage filled him, for he held the greatest treasure he would ever find. He gazed down into the satin-soft lights in her blue eyes and knew that she was bound to him. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her tiny kisses feeling like a shower of flower petals against his wet skin. When he placed her on the bed and lay down beside her, he was astonished to find that the urgency that had compelled him to want to take her even on the dance floor had vanished. He put his arm under her head and gathered her close to him. It seemed endless, time-out-of-time moments as they listened to each other's heartbeat, the sound of one another's breathing, feeling the warmth of their bodies mingle.
Brock placed his hand on her rib cage and watched it rise and fall as she breathed, then he took her hand and laced his fingers with hers. Without speaking a word, a clamoring communication was taking place and it seemed the room was full of words. They were important words to Brock and yet he dared not speak them, for there was something sacred about this moment. His whole being cried out for her and yet he did not move toward her. He felt vulnerable, but rather than feeling afraid, he immersed himself into an awareness of their shared emotions. When he looked into her eyes, she seemed to descend into his soul, taking up residence so wondrous he shivered. She pulled him close, circling her arms around to his back and gently stroking him.
From the innocent touch of her fingertips on his back, Brock felt his passion ignite once more. He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck where a soft patch of white skin gently curved and offered itself to him. Her damp, curling hair smelled of roses as he traced a line of warm kisses around her neck and down the narrow valley between her breasts. He heard her gasp with pleasure. Never had a woman's body thrilled him like Reba's and never had he expected that she would still be as thrilled with him. Her hands rested on his head as if she were protecting him, securing him, lest he go away. She did not push him or guide him, but seemed to derive pleasure simply from touching him. She stopped briefly to pull some protection from her nightstand.
Every pore in his body drank her in as he reverently explored her body. Fulfilling his fantasies of the past six years, he lingered long over her inner thighs. He tickled the backs of her knees and placed tiny, urgent kisses on her ankles. When he moved over her, he sought the comfort of her breast once again and rested his head close to her heart, assuring himself that this was not a dream. He gazed into her eyes, her infinite trust urging him to take her. Together their ecstasy grew like rising mist, nearly overpowering them in its intensity. Wanting and craving more from her, Brock quickened his pace and carried her to dizzying heights until ultimately her moans hurried into a climactic cry.
Reba quivered beneath Brock, her sweat-soaked body ignited by her desire for him. He teased and nibbled on her skin. Brock rolled onto his back, taking Reba with him. She liked the possessive way he held her, keeping her meshed to him. He traced the outline of her cheekbone with a tentative finger, started to say something, stopped, and pulled her head into his shoulder, and hugged her fiercely. Never had Reba felt such joy and fulfillment in all of her moments with him like this in the last twenty-four years. A cornucopia of dreams, desires, and emotions flooded her, combining with the physical exhaustion of their lovemaking, as Reba fell asleep in Brock's protective arms.
Reba awoke to find it still the middle of the night. At some point in time, Brock had arisen and hung their clothes up in the bathroom to dry. A bottle of wine was chilling in a bucket of ice next to him on the floor. The atmosphere felt like the rest of the world had been shut out. They were sealed away from the outside world. Reba smiled at him as Brock leaned on his elbow and with his other hand traced his name across her skin. She touched his cheek and ran her fingers through his rumpled hair. He bent his head and kissed her.
"You're beautiful!" Brock kissed her hand again and held it to his cheek. Brock's smile was a sexy, teasing one. "I got you a little something extra." He held up a gold locket from the nightstand. He got it out of his jacket pocket while he was hanging up the wet clothes in the bathroom.
Reba took the chain and read the inscription. "My heart? What is this for, Brock?"
"Open it."
Reba opened the locket to find pictures of a younger Reba and a younger Brock.
"I got those out of our first photo album. I hope that you don't mind."
"I guess not. It's lovely. I'm just surprised. That's all."
"Surprised about what?"
"I'm not sure what you're doing tonight. The limousine, the romantic dinner, the champagne, the singin', the dancin', the kissin', and everything else. Why the change? It's been nice, but you aren't the Brock Hart that I knew."
"You said that before. A guy could take offense to that. After what we just did, I'd think that there would be a little bit more trust and faith between us. Do you remember these pictures?"
"I'm not sure."
"September 1980."
"I don't remember having these taken."
"You were at the mall in Tulsa. It was the morning of the first party at Mike's when his parents were out of town. We saw you there. Mike told me who you were. You were takin' pictures in the photo booth with Lori Ann and laughin' a lot. Mike talked to ya for a bit. I just stood there, looking at ya. I didn't get to meet you until later that night. Mike and I took some silly pictures too. You took a bunch of these simple happy, smiling pictures so I decided to take some too. I found yours in a drawer when we first got married and I put them in the first photo album. I put mine in there, too. We just never talked about them before. You never asked about mine and you never told me about yours so I didn't bring it up."
"I really love it. I'm sorry, Brock."
"What for? I think I owe you more of an apology. Why are ya apologizing to me?"
"Because I was so hard on ya. I was tryin' to make Mike my conquest and you got in the way so I treated ya really badly. I just wanted ya out of the way. You didn't deserve to be treated like that. I know that sometimes I treated ya like you didn't even exist."
"I can always prove to you that I exist now, especially when you're wearin' that locket and nothin' else." He kissed her passionately. She wondered what he would do next. He leaned over her and tickled her on each side of her body. She withered and giggled.
"I give up. You exist! You've proven your point. What are ya gonna do to me next?"
"I have many things in mind for you, my dear." Brock responded as he leaned over her body and ran his hands down her neck and between her breasts.
Brock continued playing her body; eliciting responses that made him smile seductively at her. Reba bent her head and kissed him lightly and started to pull away. Brock held her face next to his, shook his head, and kissed her deeply. Once again, she felt electric shocks shoot through her veins.
"All I can remember right now is you. This is better than I could have imagined. How about we really make the world go away for just a day? We're so good at fighting and teasing each other. How about we pretend just for today that all that bad stuff never happened? We could pretend that we're still in love after twenty-four years together. Just for today, we're still married and we never got divorced. I could pretend that I'm still your wife and you're still my husband."
"So we just stay here for the rest of the day?"
"Typical guy reaction. We stay here until morning. Then we spent the day together like we would have if we were still married. We'd go out and spent time together just like a normal couple. Then we'd go to bed just like any other normal couple. I think that you get the idea from there. Just twenty-four hours. Then we'll go back to the way that things were; only I promise to be nicer. I promise not to hit ya unless you do somethin' really stupid."
"We go back to bein' just friends?"
"Yes, of course."
"I'm not sure I like that."
"What else do you want? You're married. If you wanna argue, you can just go to sleep in your own bed next door."
"No, that's not what I want at all." He tipped up her chin to lift her head and looked into her eyes. "I'll give ya whatever you want. No questions asked. Thank you, Reba."
"For what?"
"It's your birthday, but you've given me a gift."
Reba rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. "Shut up, you mo-ron." She silenced him with a deep kiss.
When it was morning, Reba was greeted to breakfast in bed by Brock. None of the kids came home to bother them. They were all alone in the house. They spent the day together as they planned. Reba made Brock take her to play 36 holes of miniature golf. Reba actually beat him and he used to be a semi-professional golfer. He protested because "miniature golf is not the same as playing real golf".
Reba laughed and Brock laughed with her. He took her to see a movie and they walked around the mall. She bought him a Hawaiian shirt. He bought her a revealing top to show off some of her cleavage. Despite being teased, Reba laughed along with Brock. Brock picked up a pizza and a bottle of wine. They went home to watch Romancing the Stone in Reba's room.
When the movie was over, Reba's heart began to pound in her chest in anticipation of what was to come, more of last night-part two. Reba was glad that she had plenty of protection left over from her trip to Oklahoma. It's wasn't like she'd used any of it during the trip anyway. The last thing that she wanted was to ruin Brock's life with an unplanned pregnancy. Eventually she would have her baby, but not like this. She wanted to make having a baby a wonderful, joyful event. She was not going to have a baby with a married man. She'd rather get pregnant in a lab, if she had to.
She shook off those thoughts to concentrate on what was currently happening with Brock. She was not disappointed that night either. Romance was alive and well inside Reba Hart's bruised and once broken heart. She knew that it had to end the next morning though. She had to face that Brock was someone else's husband now. When morning came, she kissed him goodbye and sent him back to the bedroom next door. Brock didn't give up because he still gave Reba breakfast in bed again. She looked at the teddy bear, balloons, and flowers that Brock put on her dresser.
She smiled at him as he carried the tray in her room. "I knew that there was a reason to keep ya around."
"Because every woman needs a best friend who will do absolutely anything for her. I am completely at your service, Madam."
"Because I'm still the boss?"
"Absolutely. Every day from here on out."
"That's what I like to hear- followed by the phrases, 'yes dear' or 'anything you say dear'."
"I can do that."
"Just what I've always wanted, a man who will do anything I say."
"That's right, Mrs. Hart. I am at your command."
"Well, it's time for you to put all this charm back into your marriage, my friend. I mean it. I'm serious. Go make your wife happy. I can't stand all this charm you're pouring on me. It's not natural. It's okay to be the same smug, vain Brock Hart as long as you put your wife first before anything or anyone else. Understand?"
"Anything you say, dear."
"Shut up, you mo-ron."
Brock and Reba shared a smile. Reba went on about her day as usual. Brock watched the Houston Astros game and the Dallas Desperados. It was Sunday, but Reba forgot about going to church. Cheyenne and Van had apparently taken the rest of the family to church. Barbra Jean was upset that Reba wasn't around on Saturday to talk with about her date with Eugene Fisher. After church, Reba went over to Barbra Jean's house to dish about the date.
Barbra Jean was smitten by the incredibly sweet Eugene Fisher. She was looking for romance and Eugene provided her with a night to remember. He used his best manners and didn't try anything more than just kissing. Barbra Jean was on cloud nine. Reba brought her back down by reminding her that she still had a husband. Barbra Jean was eager to discuss Reba's evening with Brock. Reba told her about the date, but left out most of Brock's romantic gestures. She didn't want to upset Brock's wife or get him in trouble.
Barbra Jean listened attentively and smiled. She didn't act like the date bothered her at all. This puzzled Reba. They went on to talk about the kids and Barbra Jean's next date with Eugene. Reba questioned Barbra Jean about how marriage counseling was going for her and Brock. She told Reba that they were getting counseling from Dr. Baker again. Barbra Jean left out the fact that they were going to separate counseling sessions now. Reba told Barbra Jean about beating Brock in a round of 36 holes of miniature golf the day before. Barbra Jean laughed and congratulated her on her victory over the former semi-professional golfer.
Reba really missed the kids. She knew that they had separate lives now away from the family so it wasn't too much of a surprise. Barbra Jean told Reba that Van and Cheyenne took Kyra, Jake, Henry, and Elizabeth to Six Flags Over Texas. What she didn't tell her was that Brock paid the kids to go to the amusement park and stay there for the weekend. Reba was somewhat disappointed that the kids wouldn't be home so they could sit down to dinner as a family. She sat down to watch the Dallas Desperados game with Brock. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed watching arena football, even though Van wasn't playing the sport anymore. She used to watch arena football just because Van was playing in the game.
The disappointment of the afternoon was when Dr. Jack Morgan called to ask Reba out on a date again. She couldn't believe his nerve. Reba moved to the kitchen to take that call. She didn't want to upset Brock. She wasn't sure why. She had every right to date whomever she wanted to. Jack was still dating his ex-wife, Cheryl. That man has some nerve!
Divorce or not, she wasn't going to try to date that man again. Luckily Lori Ann called Reba to talk about Friday's date. Lori Ann was moving back to Houston. That news made Reba's day! She'd missed her best friend being around. She'd been gone too long this time. Reba and Lori Ann discussed strategies to get Dr. Jack Morgan off her back. Paige called after that to dish about Friday's date also.
This time she took the call in the living room. With Brock smirking beside her, she tried to tell Paige the same sanitized version of the date that she told to Barbra Jean and Lori Ann. Paige knew that there was more to it than that, but she decided to leave that topic of conversation for another time. She wanted to tell Reba how things were heating up with her new boyfriend, Greg. Reba was quiet and offered Paige no words of support or encouragement like she usually did. Paige chalked that up to the fact that Mike Holliway was seen with two different dates over the weekend. One of those dates was with his ex-wife, Kim. Paige couldn't believe how well Reba was taking that news.
What Paige didn't know was that Reba set up those dates for Mike herself. Paige also had big news for Reba that she didn't know. Paige saw Reba's mother, Helen out to dinner with Mike's dad, Jason Holliway on Saturday night. Reba was shocked at her mother's behavior. She'd thought that her parents' marriage was in a good place. She couldn't believe that Helen would consider sneaking around behind JV's back again. Reba wanted to believe that Helen and Jason's dinner at Frontier's was perfectly innocent between friends. She had a nagging feeling that it wasn't.
They were exes and she knew that dinner between exes wasn't always a perfectly innocent situation between friends. Reba was torn between loyalty to Helen and loyalty to JV. She decided not to say anything to JV about it until she could talk to her mother. She decided not to talk to her mother about it unless she heard that Helen and Jason were seen out together again. Reba started to become guilty at her own behavior, which was starting to mirror her mother's. She was lonely and desperate so she reached out to her married ex and an innocent dinner turned into something else entirely. Why did she do it? What if it messed up the friendship that she and Brock had?
A flash of wild grief ripped through Reba and she started to cry. Brock put his arms around her to comfort her. Gently he rocked her back and forth.
"What's wrong, honey? What did she say to upset you?"
"My mother might be having an affair with a married man who happens to be the only other man that she's ever loved. I'm ashamed of her, but more importantly I'm ashamed of myself."
"Why, Reba? Why should this upset you this way? You said might. Shouldn't you wait until you have proof before you jump to conclusions?"
"Because it might be perfectly innocent? Was our dinner perfectly innocent, Brock? You and I both know the answer to that question. I slept with a married man. I became the other woman to the other woman. I'm a great example to my children."
"Our children." Brock corrected. "Why does it matter? No one knows anything about our weekend and no one has to know anything unless we tell them. Okay?"
"Barbra Jean asked."
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her the same version of events that I told Lori Ann, okay? I don't want to be the reason that your marriage falls apart."
"You're not, honey. I promise you that. Barbra Jean and I have been having problems for years. This isn't the first time that we're gotten separated. We've even got a visitation schedule set up for Henry and that's a first."
"But you promised me that you would try to work things out with her! You said that you would try to put your wife first from now on. You can't break that promise, Brock. I'm holding you to it. If you want to stay here, then you have to continue trying to be a better husband and work on your marriage."
"I am. I promise. I will show you that I can be a good husband. I'm willing to work hard to get the relationship to a better place."
"You better, Brock."
"I could wring your mother's neck right now." Brock's tone was full of warmth and concern for her. He brushed a gentle kiss across Reba's forehead.
Reba locked herself in Brock's embrace. Something in his manner soothed her. She relaxed, sinking into his cushioning embrace. "You and me both," Reba responded in a weak and shaky whisper. Reba trusted Brock in that moment not to try to make a move on her. She wasn't disappointed when Brock proved to be the gentleman that he said that he was trying to be.
"I'm always gonna be here for ya, honey. Just like this, I promise." Brock said with quiet emphasis. "I'm not gonna let ya be sad about this weekend. Please don't cry. We are two consenting adults. We made a decision. We weren't even drinking yesterday. We've known and cared about each other for twenty-eight years. I am not gonna let ya feel bad about what happened between us. I still love you, Reba. Everything I did was out of that love. You had a good time, didn't ya?"
Reba nodded back at Brock without speaking. She leaned her head back and gazed into his eyes. She managed a small, tentative smile. His face split into a wide grin.
"I rocked your world quite a few times this week, haven't I?" There was a trace of laughter in his voice.
"Correction. I think that I'm the one who rocked your world more. I think that we're even matched in the bedroom. At least, I've never heard you complain." She heard his full masculine laugh.
"You win. You're right. I'm extremely satisfied when we're in bed. There's nothing in the world quite as fantastic as making love with you, Reba."
"I'm flattered, but I know that you're teasing me. You've got a young, eager wife at home."
"That is like comparing steak and hamburger. Now I like hamburger, but I could have steak every night of the week. And before you ask, Reba, I was comparing you to steak, a very satisfying meal."
The gentle teasing was helping to ease her guilty thoughts. She chuckled. "Can you think of other things to compare me to while you're on a roll, Mr. Sweet Talker?"
"Sex alleviates tension. And you, Sweetheart, are the best stress relief that I've ever had!"
Seeing the amusement in his eyes, Reba laughed. "Right back at ya, Sugar!" she quipped.
The moral crisis was temporarily averted, but Brock knew that the angel on her shoulder was back. He knew that they would have having this discussion again. Reba was not a person who made a habit of having casual sex and he knew that their weekend would bother her conscience again sometime in the near future.
Reba was too content spending the time alone with Brock to get online to talk with LovinCowboy84 about her date and the movie. She figured that she would come up with a good excuse when she talked to him again. She considered telling him that she went with the kids to Six Flags and that's why she wasn't online all weekend. She'd hoped that he'd buy that excuse. She hated lying to him, but she didn't want to admit to him what actually happened. She didn't want him to get the wrong idea about her being some lonely desperate divorcee. She valued his opinion and didn't want him judging her recent behavior. She felt guilty enough as it was.
He was a good friend and she didn't want to lose him. She didn't know before how wonderful it felt to be friends with a man without any sexual attraction getting in the way. He seemed to like and care about her as a person. She trusted him completely with things that she couldn't share with anyone else. She really needed someone like that in her life. She sometimes wondered if Brock said sweet things to her just to get his own way. He often used to trick her to win an argument or to get her into bed when they were married. She'd hoped that life would resume back to normal between her and Brock. She wondered if they really could continue being best friends. She decided that only time would tell...
What will happen to Reba and Brock after this? Will Barbra Jean keep on dating Eugene Fisher? What else does the future hold for Reba and Brock? What will Reba say to LovinCowboy84 when she talks to him again? Is Helen really cheating on JV? Who will Reba end up with in Vegas?
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