The next day, Sunday, Brock decided he would go play golf with a few buddies. They tended to use their time to make small talk as well as play golf. This is what Brock needed. Too bad his friends were all pigs.

"So what's been going on with you Brock?" Phil asked as Jerry teed off. "You move out of your ex-wife's house yet?" He asked as he laughed.

"No we're getting back together."

Phil laughed even harder. "After what you did to her? She must be crazy" He said, taking his turn.

Jerry walked over to where Brock was standing. "You know, maybe you should make sure she's serious about this. My wife heard that Reba was pretty easy."

"You sound like a woman." Phil said, walking back over to them.

"Hold on." Brock said defensively. "She is far from easy."

"That's not what I heard." Said Chuck, walking over from the golf cart. He was known to be very blunt. "I heard she was fucking that marriage counselor."

Brock became very angry at that comment. Without a thought, he grabbed Chuck by his collar began yelling in his face. "That's bullshit! Don't you say something like that when you don't know the facts!" He let go of his shirt with a push. Then he turned around and walked to his car, leaving the guys shocked.

He drove around town for a while after the left the golf course. Hew did they know about Jack? He had a feeling that Sheryl was somehow behind this. He just wondered why it had taken this long to get around. Hopefully Reba hadn't heard about this yet. She would be so embarrassed.

He drove around for a while longer, thinking about their relationship. Did he really love her? More than anyone could imagine. Did she love him as much as he loved her? That was the question he needed the answer to.

He knew she cared deeply for him. She waited until his divorce was final so she could be with him. But did she truly love him? She told him she did and everyone knows that Reba doesn't lie, but she was holding back. They'd known each other forever and she still wouldn't make love to him. Was she afraid that he'd be so quick to hurt her again?

All this thinking was giving him a headache so he decided to go to a restaurant bar and get a drink. He hoped it would clear his mind.

After going to church and picking up Jake, Reba decided that it was about time she did something with her son. She felt like he was slipping away from her.

"Jake, you want to go outside and play basketball or something?"

He looked at her like she was an idiot before replying. "With you?"

"Well, yeah. What's wrong with that?"

"You're my mom. And I'm going over to Michael's if that's okay." He said and then he walked upstairs.

She was astonished. He had never talked to her like that before. He really was pulling away. All of them were.

The ring of the telephone pulled her from her thoughts. "Hello?" She said as she picked up the phone.

"Mrs. Hart? This is the manager of the Blue Lounge. Mr. Hart is here and he's pretty drunk. Would you mind coming to get him?"

"No, not at all. I'll be down there in a few minutes. Thanks" She said as she hung up the phone. Then she called up the stairs, "Jake, I'll be back in a little bit!" And she walked out the door.

She walked into the restaurant about ten minutes later to find Brock sitting with his face laying on a table. She walked over to him and flicked the back of his earlobe. He jumped and turned around to look into her eyes.

"Reba, what are you doing here?" He asked, shocked that she was in from of him.

"No, what are you doing here?" She said while crossing her arms and waiting for some answers.

"I've just been thinking. I'll get over it, you can go home. I'll be there later." He said, laying his head back on the table.

"There is no way I'm leaving you here to drive yourself home." She said, taking a seat. "Brock, what are you doing getting slammed in a restaurant on a Sunday?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You remember why our relationship got so strained before the divorce? It was because we never wanted to talk about anything. Well, I'm here and I want to talk." She said with slight authority, but also a hint of sympathy in her voice.

"You're just going to get upset and yell at me." He said, still refusing to give in.

"Well then let's go home. Then if we yell, nobody will hear. Is that better for you?" She said, now with slight humor in her voice. He was so drunk.

"Okay. That sounds good." He said as he got up from the table. He swayed for a moment, but Reba was right at his side to help him steady himself. Then they paid the bill and walked out to the car.

Once they were both seated in the car, Reba spoke. "Okay I can't wait until we get home. You have to tell me."

"Honey can we please not. I have a headache." He said, turning to look at her. She was starting to get frustrated with him and he knew that he'd better speak up. "Alright fine. I'm just worried about where we're going. I love you so much. I just don't know if you love me as much as I love you."

"What?" She said, astonished. "Of course I love you. Why would you think that I didn't?"

"We don't go out very often, we haven't told the kids about us, and you won't even make love to me. What am I supposed to think?"

"Brock, you should know that I love you. I always have. We don't go out that much because we both work all the time. And if you want to tell the kids then fine. I just assumed you'd want to wait until your divorce was final for a while. And the thing about making love. I'm just not ready yet, you have to understand that."

"I just want to know why it was so easy for you to give yourself to Jack and you'll hardly let me touch you." He said testily.

"Because I love you. Don't you get it? I want us to make love not have sex. I don't want it to feel like a relationship obligation." She said, hoping he would understand. "I just don't want to mess this up."

He looked at her for a moment, finally understanding her side of the story. "I'm so sorry, Reba." He said, reaching across and hugging her. She realized how much he really did love her. He pulled back and left a passionate kiss on her lips. "I love you."

She smiled softly. "I know. Now let's go home and sober you up." She said, pulling the care out of the space and driving home.

I apologize for the amount of time in between chapters. School was dominating my life and I kind of wrote myself into a hole. lol. Anyway, hope you enjoyed...Always love your reviews.