The next day flew by so fast, before she knew it she was getting ready for her date. Cheyenne helped her pick out a cute outfit, and she did her mom's hair and make-up. "Perfect," she said as she added one last brush to her mother's cheek. Then they heard a knock at the door. "Oh! I think your date's here mom!" She stood her mother up and walked her downstairs. By the time they got downstairs Van had already answered the door. He was giving Kevin the same warning that he gives any guy that Reba dates.

"If you are done, Van…" Reba motioned Van to move but he wasn't budging. Cheyenne had to move him herself.

"You have fun guys," Cheyenne said, "and don't worry; we've got everything under control here."

"And Kevin—I'm not going to forget our little chat…" Van said with a threatening look.

"Don't worry," Kevin re-assured Van, "I'll have her home no later than 10:00 p.m."

The long car ride to the restaurant seemed so short with all the talking they did. Reba told him all about her family: Cheyenne 's teenage pregnancy, her divorce, and Barbra Jean—who she apologized about in advanced. Before she knew it he said, "Ok, we're here!"

"Wow! That was fast," Reba said with a shocked expression on her face.

"Hold on. Don't move," he told her. She nodded and watched him run from his side of the car to her side. He grabbed her hand and helped her out of the car, like any gentleman would do. It had been so long since a man had taken her out that she felt like a princess.

"Thank you," she said. She couldn't help but giggle to herself. Then the couple walked into the little, dimly lit restaurant. As soon as they stepped in Reba was hit with the smell of her favorite kind of food: Italian.

"Hi, we have a reservation under Smith," he told the host. Reba looked up at Kevin and when he looked down at her, she smiled. It wasn't until then that she realized she never knew his last name. Smith. She though. Reba Smith. She liked the way it sounded. A waitress came and took them to their very romantic-looking table which had only two seats. They sat down and the waitress brought them a bottle of wine. "Thank you," Kevin said to the waitress that brought them the wine, and then she nodded and walked away.

"So, tell me about yourself. I didn't know until a few minutes ago that your last name was Smith!" She said with a laugh.

"Well, I'm an architect, I grew up in Carolina , and I have two brothers. Um, I live in Huston like you, and I have an ex-wife, also. We didn't have any children—my wife had an accident and we lost the baby."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"

"No, I don't mind," he said, "she fell down the stairs. She was a very accident-prone woman."

"Oh, well what else don't I know about you?"

"Um, I have a pet fish?" He laughed. He was running out of random facts about himself. Reba laughed. After that they ordered their food, and continued talking for hours. The car ride home was shorter then the ride there. He opened the door for Reba to get out, and walked her to the door. "Well, I guess this is good-night. Weird, the night sure did seem to go by fast," he said looking down at his watch, "and look, it's 10:00 p.m. I got you home on time." He said laughing at Van's request. Reba looked at his eyes for a few seconds, and then leaned forward kissed him. Then she felt what she hoped she would: those wildfires she had with Brock. "I'll call you tomorrow, ok?" He asked with Reba still in his arms.

"Yeah, yeah that sounds good."

Then Van started to flick on and off the porch lights, and then he ran to the window and watched Reba come in and Kevin leave. He watched him get all the way down the walkway, into his car.

"So…how was it mom?!" Cheyenne was dying to know.

"It was great," Reba said, shocked herself that she could find such a perfect man. "How is everyone?"

"Everyone is fine, don't worry. Kyra came over for about an hour, and then dad and BJ came and picked her up. Jake is in bed, and so is Elizabeth," she informed her mother.

"Ok, well I'm going to bed," Reba said as she made her way upstairs. She fell asleep thinking about Kevin, and she dreamed about him that night, too. Reba didn't know what her future held, but she hoped Kevin was in it…