When Reba awoke, it was beginning to get dark outside. 'How long did I sleep?' She wondered.

She sat up and looked around, noticing that her living room was spotless. It was then she knew that Brock was still there. She regretted crying in front of him. She didn't want him to see that side of her anymore.

She stood up and walked into the kitchen to find Brock making dinner.

"Hey." He said as she sat down at the island. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah. Sorry about that. I guess I've just been really stressed lately." She said, an attempt to blow the situation off. "Where's Jake? He said he'd come home tonight."

"He called earlier and asked if he could stay with Tommy for a few days." He replied. "I said 'yes.' You didn't look like you needed anyone around right now."

"Then why are you here?" She said jokingly.

"Ha, ha. I just thought I'd take some stress away. Cooking and cleaning adds to that you know?" He said putting the last of the food on the plates.

"Oh. Well thanks." She said. He knew that something was happening with her. He just wanted her to open up about it to him.

"Listen, I'll set the table and you go up and get dressed." He said while pouring the drinks.

"Hey, what's wrong with this?" She asked, noticing she was still in her pajamas.

"Do you really have to ask that question, babe?" He said, smiling.

She returned the smile and went upstairs to change. He watched her leave and then began to put the food on the table. He set the plates next to each other. For some reason, he wanted nothing more than to be close to her.

A few minutes later, Reba walked back into the kitchen dressed in jeans and a blue tee-shirt with her hair in a ponytail. She was dressed down, but Brock couldn't keep his eyes off her. To him she was always beautiful.

They both sat down at the table and began to eat. There was an odd silence between them which made them both uncomfortable.

"Reba, I know you don't want to talk about what's bothering you, but I think it would help. I'm a good listener." He said hoping she would cave. He desperately wanted her to say that she loved him, that she wanted him back. That's what was bothering her.

"I know you are." She said smiling at him and putting her hand on his. "I'm just not ready quite yet, okay?"

He nodded as she gave his hand a squeeze and continued eating. Once again the silence became unbearable.

"So have you found a place to stay?" Reba said, another sad attempt at breaking silence. She knew that something was bothering him too. She hoped it was the fact that he loved her and didn't know how to go about telling her. What she didn't know was that her guess, as crazy as it sounded, was right.

"No, but I did find some condos that looked pretty promising. I'll need a realtor though. Any suggestions?" He said winking at her.

"Sure. We can go tomorrow if you're free."

"Sounds good to me. Thanks." He said, glad she agreed to help. The more time he would get to spend with her, the easier it would be to talk.

From there, conversation began to pick up. They talked about his divorce, her upcoming vacation week from work, and the fact that Jake was growing up so fast. They began cleaning up when all of a sudden, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Said Brock, as he exited the kitchen. Reba continued to load the dishes into the dishwasher.

Brock walked across the living room and opened the door. "Hello, can I help you?"

"Yes." Said a woman that he had never seen before. "I'm looking for Reba Hart."

"Oh, she's in the kitchen. Come on in and I'll get her for you." He said motioning for the woman to come inside. Before he summoned Reba he turned and said, "Can I ask who you are?"

"Of course. My name is Sheryl Morgan." She said, extending her hand to him.

"Brock Hart." He said, shaking her hand. Just then Reba walked out of the kitchen. She stopped with a startled look on her face.

"Hello Reba." Said Sheryl.

"Sheryl. To what do I owe this visit?" Reba said, slightly nervous. She hoped to God that Jack wasn't lying to her when he said his divorce was final. From the looks of it, she wasn't sure.

"I think you know. We need to talk."

"Do we?" Reba said. She really wanted to avoid this woman at all costs.

"Yes, I believe we do." She said as she walked over and stood a few feet from Reba. "I want you to stay away from Jack. I've asked you once, now I'm afraid I won't be as nice about it."

"But I thought you two were divorced." Reba said, standing her ground. She would not let this woman know that she was a little bit terrified about where this was all headed.

"Oh we are, but we're also engaged."

Reba couldn't help herself, she laughed right in Sheryl's face. "Isn't that kind of like beating a dead horse?" She said.

"Our lives are none of your business. I want you to stay away from him!" She said, raising her voice.

"We're not together. It was just one date!" Reba said, defending herself.

"Maybe I'm not making myself clear enough for you." She said as she walked closer to Reba. She stopped just inches from her face. "I know how people like you work and that's not going to fly with me. I know what happened between you two and it won't happen again. You will never talk to him again. If he contacts you, ignore him. Never call him, and I mean NEVER. Not even if you find out you are pregnant with his child. Do you understand me?"

Reba was blown away. This woman was intense. She wanted her out of this house in the worst possible way, especially since Brock had been listening the whole time. She finally replied with "yeah."

Sheryl nodded and walked out the door, leaving Brock and Reba speechless.