'What in the hell just happened,' Reba asked herself as she laid on her bed, the bed she used to share with Brock, as tears continued to fall from her eyes. For seven and a half years she had longed for that type of connection that she had just had with Brock. For seven and a half years she had imagined what that connection would be like. Now she was stunned that it had happened. 'It has to be because I was upset. That's why he kissed me. Not because he still feels something for me. After all, he's the one who left in the first place.'

Her heart rate was still high and she was thankful that she had her blood pressure medicine in her system. If she hadn't she would have passed out a long time ago. She loved this man even though he did nothing but hurt her. He was trying to be a better man, and it didn't go unnoticed by Reba. Maybe by others, but not her. He was still seeing a therapist about his clinical depression and he had been trying to make sure he spent more time with his family than at the golf course. During the course of his marriage with Barbra Jean he had never once cheated, despite the numerous moments between him and Reba throughout the years.

One Christmas Barbra Jean, Brock, and Henry all had to stay the night because of a storm. The power had been knocked out and Reba and Brock had been sitting in the kitchen talking when the power had turned back on. While blowing out the candles that had previously been the only light in the room, their eyes connected and they simply stared into each other's eyes for a minute. Another time had been when Brock and Barbra Jean were receiving counseling and the two ran into each other in the doorway, not to mention the discussion of the door between her and Brock that would never fully be closed. Throughout the course of seven years there were plenty of chances for him to kiss her, for him to cheat on Barbra Jean which would simply be karma, but he never did. He had grown into a somewhat more mature man, and although he was still in love with Reba he loved Barbra Jean as well and didn't want to hurt her.

A knock on the door pulled Reba out of her thoughts. She took a quick glance at the door before shifting in the bed, facing the wall. "You don't have to go home but you can't be around me right now. I can't handle this right now."

"Could we at least talk about what's going on? Please." Brock stayed in the doorway, not willing to go into the bedroom when he's not wanted, but not willing to leave either.

Another tear traveled down Reba's face as she kept her eyes towards the window. "Where was this guy when we were married," She meant to ask herself but when she heard her speaking it out loud she covered her mouth.

There were a thousand things Brock could say in response to her question. He could have gotten defensive and started yelling, but instead he slowly walked over to her bed. "That's what I want to talk about Reba. I want to talk about us."

"I don't want to talk about us! There is no us! We lost that when you left me!" Reba could feel the tears fall. She was afraid to let her guard down and allow him back in like that.

Those words haunted Brock; 'There is no us! We lost that when you left me!' Brock knew that the destruction of their marriage was mostly his fault, but he desperately wanted Reba to be assured that he was not the same person that he was then. Even if nothing were to ever happen between them again, it was important to Brock that she knew he was not the same person. He had changed drastically and to always be compared to the person he once was made him realize how much he screwed up everything. "There is still an us! We established that a few years ago when we were in counseling that one day. Remember what the therapist said?"

'If there's a door that door is going to be open whether Brock and Barbra Jean get back together or not,' Reba could hear Dr. Baker's voice in her head as if he was currently saying it to her. "Damn door," Reba mumbled as more tears fell.

Brock, who allowed a quiet sigh of relief out, looked at Reba. "That's what I thought. Now let's talk about this, please."

"I don't want to let you back in! All I'll get is hurt!" Reba was trying to get Brock to back off but the more persistent he was the more she started talking. "I waited so long for that kiss," Reba whispered loud enough for only Brock to hear her.

This stunned Brock. Never had he thought Reba had actually wanted him to kiss her. Sure, there was that time when the two hugged and Brock mentioned there being sparks between them, but he was more or less just being a moron, or in Reba's southern accent, a mo-ron. "I'm not going to hurt you. I hurt you in the past but I will never hurt you again. If you don't want that kiss to mean anything it won't. I'll walk back downstairs and we'll pretend it never happened, but if it meant something let's talk about it. Let's figure this out together."

With tear stained cheeks, Reba looked up at Brock. There was so much Reba wanted to tell him; how she still loved him, how she wanted to give them another try; but to give him a second chance Reba felt she needed to trust that she wouldn't get hurt in the end, and she couldn't do that at the moment. "I have often thought-" Reba began to speak as she sniffled. "Of what are lives would be like if we had a second chance. I cannot do that to myself though because as bad as I want to believe that you wouldn't hurt me again, I can't help but to think that you will."

As he listened to what she had to say, he wasn't sure if he should have been feeling relieved or like he was an awful person. "I would never hurt you again, Reba. It doesn't matter if we end up together or we only see each other once a week because I've destroyed our friendship by that kiss. I would never hurt you like that again." Brock placed his right hand softly on her left cheek and wiped a tear away.

"How do I know you wouldn't?! You told me back then that you'd never hurt me but look where we are now!" God, how she longed for the days when she didn't have trust issues towards him, towards anyone really.

Defeat washed over him and he stared into her eyes. There was no chance of ever having her trust him again, and if there was it was buried under all of her hurt, anger, and sadness. "I know you don't trust me right now. I haven't gave you a reason to trust me. But if you are wanting to at least try and give us another chance I will show you how much he you can trust me. We'll start slow and you can decide wherever our relationship goes, but if you give me a chance I can show you how sincere I am about this."

Silence filled the room for a moment while Reba searched for the right words to speak, the decision she wanted to make. "What if I say yes? How do we start over again when there's so much history, so much hurt?"

"If your answer is yes then we will go at the pace you make. I'll take you on a date and we'll go from there. If it makes you feel any better we can do a pre-date, a date that's not really a date but so we can test the waters before jumping in," Brock told Reba as he looked in her eyes. "I will do whatever I have to in order to win you back." The room was silent for a couple minutes as Brock stared into Reba's eyes. "What do you say?"

A minute went by with no answer from Reba. She searched her mind for what she wanted to say. "Okay," she whispered as she blinked back a tear and continued to stare into his eyes. She couldn't help but to ask herself if she had really just said okay to giving Brock another shot.

Relief overwhelmed Brock as he gave her a slight smile and stared into her eyes. "Okay what?"

"Okay, let's have a pre-date and see where things take us. I can have Cheyanne watch Jake tomorrow, and I'm sure she won't mind watching Henry as well." The decision that Reba had just made had a chance of destroying everything and that terrified her, but she also couldn't deny the fact that this had the potential to become something amazing. 'I must have really lost my mind this time,' Reba thought to herself.

There were so many feelings that Brock was feeling at the moment, and he was unsure of what to do. He couldn't believe that Reba had actually agreed to a pre-date. "That sounds great to me. I'll pick you up at seven," Brock spoke softly before he kissed her cheek gently and then headed towards the door. Before completely leaving the room, he turned around and looked at Reba, who was still staring in his direction. "Even though it's only a pre-date, dress up. I'm going to take you somewhere special." Brock didn't wait for Reba to respond before he headed back downstairs and laid on the couch, where he eventually fell asleep.