Neither Brock nor Reba could sleep. Thoughts of one another consumed them. After about an hour of lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, Brock decided to see if Reba was still awake.

He walked into the hallway and stopped right outside her door. He really wanted to be with her right now, but he didn't know if she would be angry. Finally he lightly tapped on her bedroom door.

When she opened the door, her eyes were heavy, but it didn't look like she could sleep either. He really loved the way her eyes sparkled when she was sleepy. He only wished he could see her that way all the time.

"Do you need something?" She asked.

"Not really." He sheepishly admitted. "I couldn't sleep and was just wondering if you wanted to come downstairs and watch a late night movie with me." He said, all in one breath. Reba could tell he was a bit nervous so she smiled at him.

"Sure." She said and they headed down to the livingroom.

They sat on the couch in complete silence for about thirty minutes. Being one who disliked silence, Reba spoke up.

"Brock we've been down here for a half hour and you've barely said two words. What's up?" She said turning the television off.

"I have a lot on my mind right now." He said. "I just don't want to be alone."

"If you want to talk about it, I'm right here." She urged him on.

"I just can't believe she cheated on me. I don't even know if I really truly care." He said while staring ahead.

"Wow." She said, hoping he would accept her response. No such luck.

"Reba would you say what's on your mind?" He asked impatiently.

"What do you expect me to say?" She replied with just as much impatience.

"I don't know. Call me a butt or tell me how stupid I am. Give me advice. Come on Reba, you're my best friend, I know you have something to say about this." He said hoping he could coax her into telling him what she was thinking. He began to wonder why she was holding back so much.

"Listen, I really don't want to get into this right now. You are in a fragile place. I just want to upset you okay?" She said and turned the television back on.

He grabbed the remote control from her hands and pressed the power button. Then he threw the remote on the coffee table. "Say it." He said, in an almost threatening tone.

"You know what I want to say to you Brock!" She half-yelled and turned to face him. "I want to tell you that I've been there. I know how you feel. You did the same thing to me that she's doing to you. And I want to tell you to get over it because payback is a bitch, but I care for you too much." She regretted what she said the moment it came out because he immediately withdrew. There was an awkward silence. "Brock what are you thinking?"

He turned to look straight into her eyes. "I'm just wondering why I ever left you."

Here eyes grew wide with shock. He then leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. He let his tongue brush her lower lip and then he pulled away, slowly. She was breathing uneasily. Just the reaction he was hoping for. "Goodnight." He simply said and walked up the stairs to Jake's room where he fell asleep instantly.

Reba, on the other hand, remained on the couch. Why did he kiss her? Why did she let him? She knew she still loved him, she never stopped. No! She couldn't let herself fall for him all over again. 'He doesn't love me' she kept repeating in her mind. God, how she wished he did.

She hurried upstairs and pulled out her journal:

"I can't believe Barbara Jean is having an affair! It seems like the tables are turning for all of us, once again. She loves someone else. He's lonely.

"Brock kissed me tonight. He said he wondered why he ever left me. He has just found out that his wife had an affair and he thinks that now is a good time to say this? I know he's just afraid of being alone, but I felt the beginning of a wildfire. I'm not sure what that means. I know I still love him, but even if he loves me, then what? Just because I love him doesn't mean I should be with him. We're no good for each other. But that kiss confused the hell out of me. I need a way to get him off my mind."

She placed the book back in the drawer of her night table and turned off the light. Now she could finally go to sleep.

The next morning Reba left for work before Brock even woke up. She didn't want to have to face him.

When she got to work, she decided to take drastic measures. She called Jack.

Neither of them spoke of their past relationship nor did she ask if he was still married, she didn't want to know.

They decided that he would pick her up on Friday at six thirty.

She didn't know what she was getting herself into, but she did know that she needed to get Brock away from her heart. And fast.