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Okay, I would like to thank all of my reviewers for their feedback. You guys totally rock! Lol! I know that chapter five wasn't as exciting as chapter four, but it was a "filler" chapter so I wasn't expecting it to be. However, things are heating up once again in this chapter. Hehe. Thanks for reading! Hope that you all enjoy!

Chapter Six: Episode 6 x 19 — Rekindling Passion & Love

"Now I'm going to ask you this question once and I wanna straight answer from you. Who do you truly love, Brock? Which woman has your heart—Barbara Jean or Reba?"

That question from his mother repeated inside his mind for the rest of the night. Brock didn't answered it, which only made Elizabeth believe even more that her son was still in love with his ex-wife. He never went to sleep, and came to work that morning completely exhausted. His conflicting thoughts about what his mom said and what he felt were the only things he could think about. Thankfully, it wasn't a busy day at work so Brock decided to close the practice earlier for the day and head over to Reba's to talk things out with her once and for all.

Brock walked through the front door without knocking; expecting to find someone in the living room sitting on the couch, but no one was there. "Reba," the middle-aged blond called out his ex-wife's name, hoping to get an answer from her—even if it was an angry one.

When he got no reply, Brock assumed that the kids were out of the house and possibly Reba too. He found out from Jake before dropping him off at school that she was getting off work early today for some unknown reason. He walked up stairs to see if Reba was in her room and maybe that's why she couldn't hear him calling out to her. The blond got to her door and knocked on it gently three times. "Reba, are you in there?" No response. Brock quietly opened the door to the room that was once the bedroom he shared with her. It was his favorite room in the house. So many wonderful memories had been made in this room…but those days were long gone now.

Once he was completely inside the room, he immediately looked at her bed. She wasn't on it. Brock went further inside his old room and heard a faint noise of coming from Reba's bathroom. He walked into the bathroom expecting to see the sink faucet dripping water from someone not shutting it off completely, but what he saw was something entirely different.

Color drained from Reba's face as soon as she saw her ex-husband staring at what she was wearing—which was barely anything! Brock's heart stopped beating the second he saw his first wife dressed only in a small, white towel. Then his heart immediately started to race, however, when he couldn't help but see that her cleavage was more noticeable than usual and saw in the mirror that the towel was barely covering her bottom.

If they had been put in this situation ten years ago, everything would have been fine. In fact, it probably would have led into something passionate within a matter of moments, but things were different now.

Reba became as white as a ghost, standing there half naked in a bath towel and all her ex-husband could do was stare at her like a drooling chipmunk. Brock had almost forgotten how incredibly sexy the redhead had looked after getting out of the shower. A sudden overwhelming urge to reach out and kiss her was driving him insane. The only thing that was stopping him from moving forward was the possibility that she may smack him for getting any closer to her than he already was.

Both of them were at a loss of words to say for several moments until Brock finally found his voice. "I, uh, came over to talk to you. When you didn't answer me from downstairs, I figured you might be up here doing something."

Reba tightened the towel around her some more and nervously replied, "Well as you can see, I just got out of the shower."

"Do you want me to—to leave so you can get changed?"

"Ya think?!" she yelled at him.

He slowly stepped out of her bathroom and Reba shut the door loudly. She came out only a few seconds later in a light green bathrobe tied around her waist.

"Is that robe new? I've never seen you wear it before," Brock asked, pointing to it.

"Yes, it was a gift from Cheyenne for Mother's Day."

"It's a nice color on you."

Reba eyed her ex-husband, wondering why he was in her house. "Enough with the small talk, Brock, why are you here? I don't want to talk to you, and I thought I made that very clear yesterday."

She started walking towards her walk-in closet to get changed, but was soon stopped by Brock, who had grabbed her hand and accidentally brought her into his arms. Reba was so close to him now that anyone could have cut the tension in the air with a butter knife.

"I really want to talk to you," he said in a low voice as he gently let her go and gave her some space. "Please."

Reba rolled her eyes with impatience, finally giving into his demand. "Fine, but make it snappy. I've got somewhere to be tonight."

He was suddenly curious to know where she was going to be. "Where ya goin'?"

Tightly the robe around her body even more, she replied, "If you must know, I have a date tonight."

"You have a date?" Brock immediately got a bad feeling stirring in him. "It's with Jake, right?"

Reba looked at him like he was kidding. "No. I have a date with one of the other agents from the office. He asked me out to dinner at the new Italian restaurant that just opened up downtown and I said yes."

Brock's jealous ex-husband attitude was growing. "Have I ever met him before? What's his name? Do you really even know this guy?"

"Brock, I don't need your approval to go out a date. You're not my husband anymore and that was your choice, remember?"

"Yeah, well—I still don't like it. Who's watching Jake tonight?"

Reba walked inside her closet and started going through clothes to find the perfect outfit for her date. "Jake has soccer practice with Kyra until 8:00 tonight and he can take care of himself anyway. Everything will be fine. I'm only gonna be gone for a few hours."

Brock came into her closet and walked up behind her, looking down at his ex-wife while she continued to go through her clothes. "Reba, you can't go out tonight. We need to talk about everything that's been going on lately."

The redhead turned around to face her ex-husband and gave him a look. "Talk about what? Talk about how you almost kissed in my driveway while your new wife was right inside the house? Or talk about how you never seem to give me a moment's peace?"

The blond had an expression of shock written on his face. "That's not true!"

Reba threw him a look of anger. "You are the last person I know who should be giving me that line!"

"You'll say anything to get me out of here, huh? Just so you can get ready for your date."

"I'm just having dinner with a friend from work. It's no big deal. It's not like we're rushing off to Vegas to get married. Now will you please leave me alone so I can get ready? I don't wanna be late to see Jeff."

"Oh, that's his name, huh? Jeff. Well I hope that you and Jeff have a wonderful time together." Then Brock started walking out of the closet and Reba's room.

She chased after him and stopped a few steps before him. "Hey! What's the matter with you, Brock? You sound just like Cheyenne whenever she thinks another woman is hitting on Van."

He stopped walking and turned around to see Reba's face. "You wouldn't understand."

"You're right. I don't understand why you're acting the way you're acting. Tell me what's going on with you—before things get any uglier between us, and we say or do something that we're both gonna regret later. You said that you wanted to talk, so let's talk."

Brock moved closer to her and looked at her straight in the eyes. "I just want to know where I stand with you. Where do we stand with each other? Is it always going to be like this? Us throwing little digs at each other, arguing about our past mistakes every time they come up, and then acting like nothing ever happened for the rest of the day. Is it always going to be this way?"

Reba gave her ex-husband a look of sympathy. She stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He accepted the embrace and smiled at the chance to be close to her again. He smelled her hair, which had a light scent of strawberries and cream in it. Everything was perfect at that very moment because holding her in his arms was heaven on earth, and he never wanted it to end. Reba looked back up at Brock; their eyes were locked in a gaze while they still held onto each other.

"I don't know what I'd do without in my life, Reba."

"Well, you'd have one less person giving you a hard time everyday," she joked. Then the redhead realized something and let her ex-husband go. "Oh, Lord! I'm gonna be late to see Jeff! What time is it?"

Brock looked down at the watch on his wrist and said, "It's ten minutes 'til 5:00."

"Can we talk more about this tomorrow?" she asked while rushing back to her closet as he followed her. "I've only got one more hour to get ready. I'm meeting him at 6:30."

Without giving it a single thought, he asked, "But what about us? We were finally starting to get along. You can't rush off now."

"Brock, what part of 'I have to get ready for my date' don't you understand?" Reba asked him as she grabbed a knee-length, spaghetti-strap red dress from off its hanger. "Yes! This is the one."

"So you're just going to leave after we've finally talked civil to each other for the first time in days?" he asked her as they walked back out to her room.

Reba threw the dress on her bed and turned around to Brock. "I said we could talk about this tomorrow. Now go! I'm going to be late for my date if you don't leave."

Brock folded his arms together and replied, "Fine with me because I'm not leaving until we finish talking things out tonight."

"Okay, if you're not gonna leave, then I'm gonna leave." She grabbed her dress and started walking towards the bathroom, but not for very long. He grabbed a hold of her right wrist and twisted her around to face him again. "What the hell is the matter with you, Brock? Let go of me right now before I slap you upside the head!"

He let go of her, but his eyes never left hers. "Don't go out tonight, Reba. Just stay here and talk to me."

She went over to her bed, placed the red dress gently down on her bed, and looked back up at her ex-husband. "And give me one good reason why I should?"

"Because of this," then Brock closed the space between them, placed his right hand on the back of neck, and kissed her passionately.

Reba's first instinct was to slap him for kissing her, especially since they were divorced and he was married to Barbara Jean. However, she soon found herself giving into him like in her dream. She closed her eyes slowly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him back with as much passion. Brock wrapped his arms around her waist as soon as Reba kissed him back and pulled her even closer to his body, holding onto her tightly. She dug her fingers into his hair with one hand and rubbed his back softly with the other. He gradually trailed kisses downward until his lips reached her neck and kissed her with fiery desperation.

"Brock…" she spoke out softly and soon felt his hands slipping through the fabric of robe. Reba gasped in pleasure from Brock's wandering hands; they were touching her body so gently—almost as if she was a piece of glass. The robe had become partially undone at the top and Brock could now see her cleavage more than ever; his heart was racing a million beats per minute. He quickly picked her up bridal-style and laid her on the bed. Reba yanked him down to her level by his shirt and they were soon kissing like before.

Their rekindling passion was growing by the second. Reba's hands traveled underneath his shirt and she rubbed his back and sides softly. Brock undid the tie around his ex-wife's robe and his hands continued to explore her whole body, exposing her delicate skin to him even more. The cool air from the open window made her shiver. That's when reality suddenly hit Reba and her eyes shot open over what she was letting herself do. She was laying on her bed about to make love to her ex-husband and they were divorced! Reba was supposed to be getting ready for her date with another man and Brock was supposed to be home with his wife and son. He didn't belong here anymore and she knew that they needed to stop what they were doing before it was too late.

"Brock, stop…" she said weakly after breaking off the kiss and tried to pushing him off of her. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"What?" he asked in complete confusion. "Why not?"

The redhead got out from underneath her ex-husband, got off of her bed, and quickly tied the robe around her body again. As a look of fear and worry plastered onto her face, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist from behind and hold her tightly. Brock kissed her left cheek and rested his head on her shoulder, inhaling the light scent of strawberries 'n cream again.

"No, we can't do this, Brock," Reba said as she tried to pull him off of her, but he only held onto her tighter.

"Yes, we can. It feels so right…" he spoke softly into her ear and then started kissing neck like before.

"No, it's wrong!" She ripped away from his grip, placed a hand on forehead and looked up at the ceiling. "Lord, why is this happening to me? First we almost kissed in the driveway on Saturday, then I had that insane dream about us, and now we almost did the one thing I swore I would never do anyone."

"You were dreaming about me?" he asked her in a low, sexy voice.

She whirled around and smacked his right arm. "Oh, shut up, Brock! This is no time to be jokin' around. We're not in college anymore. Our actions have consequences because we're divorced. You married Barbara Jean now and you have a son with her, and I have moved on with my life. If we had done what we were just about to do then I would be no better than her and you would be a lying, cheating husband for the second time. Is that what you want? Plus, what if one of the kids walked in and saw us? They'd never be able to look at us in the same way again."

Brock grabbed a hold of her hands and pulled her closer to him. "Reba, look at me, listen to me. This isn't wrong. You want me just as much as I want you. Admit it."

This only made Reba angrier. "Do you have rocks in your head?! Wait, how could I forget? You're an expert at cheatin' on your wives! It doesn't matter to you that your stupid mistakes cause chaos for this entire family. All you care about is making yourself happy!"

"No, that is not true! Now I know that this stuff might be coming out of left field, but I think it's something that we've been feeling and denying for a long time. I guess it just took a midnight conversation with my mom for me to figure out the truth."

"Have you completely lost your mind?!"

"No," Brock said with impatience, but quickly let her remark go. He put on a gentle facial expression and said barely above a whisper, "I've realized that I'm still in love with you."

Reba's face went from anger to nervous in a blink of an eye. "What did you just say?"

He let go of her hands, cupped her face with his hands, and softly said, "I love you, Reba."

Her heart stopped beating for a moment and her facial expressions turned to panic as she stepped away from him. "No. No, you don't mean that, Brock. You don't. I know you don't. You love Barbara Jean now, not me. I'm not your wife anymore—she is. She's the one you truly love because otherwise you wouldn't have left me for her in the first place."

"I do love her, but not the way that I love you. Not the way that we love each other. And no legal document can change that."

"No, your affair with her did that. That's what ruined us in the end and I'm not going to stand here and let you hurt me again." Then the redhead turned away from him and walked towards her bedroom door to leave. Brock dodged her way from exiting the room and slammed the door shut behind him. He pulled her into his arms and leaned down to kiss her again. Reba's body went limb as she kissed him back and put her hands on his arms for support, but then seconds later she pushed him away and wiped off her mouth.

"What the hell did you do that for?" she yelled at him in outrage.

"I was trying to prove a point to you and I did."

"And what point were you trying to make—the fact that you know how to make me angrier by the second because you sure proved that!"

"What did I just do?" Brock asked Reba like it was simplest question in the world.

"You kissed me after you prevented me from leaving my own room," she answered him unenthused.

"And what did you do after I kissed you?"

"I pushed you away from me."

"No, you kissed me back first. And what does that tell you?"

"Nothing, so get out of my room and get out of my house!" She went up to her door and opened it all the way for him to leave.

"No! We're not through yet," he said with growing impatience and didn't move a muscle.

"When will we ever be through, Brock! We should have been through from the moment you walked out of our house and we separated, but the crazy thing is we're not. Despite our divorce, we've managed to still stay friends, but everytime we get close, I'm afraid of gettin' hurt again. And when you and I are gettin' along, I just wanna kick myself for letting you get underneath my skin because you hurt me so much after leaving our family." Reba was on the brink of tears while she stopped speaking and Brock came up to her, rubbing her arms gently with his hands.

"Things will be different this time. I promise."

"And what happens in a year or two when you've become tired of me? Oh, I know. You're gonna run away again and go find happiness somewhere else. Well, no thanks. I'm not taking that chance."

"I would never do that to you and the kids again. I love you guys too much to make that same mistake twice."

"What about Barbara Jean and Henry? Don't they count here too? They're a part of your family and I don't wanna see them get hurt like me and the kids were. Plus, if you leave them to be with us, you will be making the same mistake twice."

Brock was quiet for a moment; taking in what she had just said and then replied to her. "Look, I don't want to hurt them either, but they'll always be a part of my life no matter what because Henry is my son and Barbara Jean is one of my best friends. They'll always have a special place in my heart, but what about us? I can't deny my feelings for you any longer, Reba. I love you and I know you love me too."

Reba's eyes widened with surprise and stepped away from him. "Whoa! I never said that, Brock. I said that I love you as a friend and I love you as the father of my children, but that's it. I'm not in love with you anymore."

"If that was the case then you wouldn't have kissed me back and we wouldn't have been on your bed just about to have—."

"Okay, okay, okay! I've heard enough out of you for one day. Get out of my bedroom before I call Barbara Jean's brother, Buzzard, to come here and live with me. Then I'll never see you in my house again."

"Fine," he said coolly. "I'll leave as soon as you tell me that you don't love me."

"What?"

Brock looked down at his first wife as she looked up at him with another worried expression on her face. "Look me in the eye and tell me that you don't love me."

She stared at him completely motionless. The redhead couldn't say a single word to him. It was like she had instantly lost the ability to speak. However, her reaction to his request made him smile with satisfaction.

"See? You can't say it because you do still love me."

"No. No, I don't. You just caught me off guard. I don't love you anymore and I gave up on us a long time ago. So go home and be with your wife and s—" she was cut off unexpectedly by Brock silencing her with an intense kiss.

He pinned her up against the nearest wall and invaded her mouth as soon as she parted her lips. Reba was engulfed by wildfires of the burning desire and fiery passion that she once felt for Brock. She quickly found herself kissing him back, wrapping her arms around his neck, and softly moaning while raking her hands in his sandy blond hair once again. Brock closed the door for the second time and slowly transferred them over to their bed, somehow managing to kick off his shoes in the process.

Once they were both on the bed, Reba started unbuttoning his shirt with shaky hands and he threw it off as soon as she finished. His fingers darted for his belt and unbuckled it in a flash, ripping it off of his pants in only a few seconds. She went to unzip his pants, but Brock climbed on top of her first, capturing her lips in another fierce kiss and opening her robe slightly to explore her body with his hands once more. Reba gasped out in pleasure. Then he started kissing up and down her neck and shoulders lovingly. "I love you, Reba. I always have…and I always will," Brock whispered into her ear and continued what he was doing.

Reba knew that what they were doing was wrong. She should have pushed him away and told him that there was nothing left between them, but she couldn't stop herself. A part of her had always longed for her former life back. That longing of being a family again captured her heart like Brock had. She wanted him like in her dream for all the same reasons and more. Reba missed having someone to hold onto at night, having someone by her side when she woke up in the morning, and having someone to love. Brock poured his heart out to her, confessing her how much he loves her and she couldn't lie to him about her own feelings for him, even if there still was a part of her that loved her life now. They knew each other better than anyone, both inside and out.

"I love you too, Brock…" she spoke out softly.

Gazing at each other, they smiled before letting their undying passion and love consume them….

(A few hours later…)

Brock had his arms wrapped around Reba's waist while her head was on his bare chest; both of them were smiling after they finished making love. Tangled in the sheets together, the redhead looked up at her ex-husband and he gave her a sweet kiss before resting his head on hers. They sighed contently and held onto each other like they had never been apart for the past seven years.

"God, I've missed you, Reba. You don't know how good it feels to hold you in my arms like this again. It's perfect."

Reba giggled for a moment and said, "Yeah, it is, isn't it?"

He was just about to say something when they both heard voices coming from downstairs.

"Oh, my God! Jake and Kyra must be home from their practice. They can't see us like this!" Reba exclaimed with panic as she stood up from the bed. "Brock, get up and grab your clothes!"

"And go where? I can't go downstairs because the kids will catch me," he told her as they got out of bed.

"Mom, are you dressed? Can I come in?" Kyra asked her mother from the other side of the door.

"Uh, just a second, sweetheart!" Reba yelled out to her daughter as she threw her green robe back on.

"What we are going to do now?" Brock whispered after he got his boxers on.

"Go and hide in the bathroom. I'll find someway to get you outta here without the kids seeing us."

"Okay," he agreed and picked up the rest of his clothes. Brock pulled her into a passionate lip lock that lasted a few seconds, and then ran into the bathroom as Kyra opened Reba's bedroom door. "Hey, Mom. How was your date with Jeff?"

"It was fine," she lied and brushed some hair out of her face. "How was practice?"

"Good. Um, not that it's any of my business, but did I hear you talking to someone before I came in?"

Only three more chapters to go! Okay, so tell me honestly; was this chapter better than chapter four? I really would like to know because I saw how much you all loved that chapter. And I know that this one was a bit longer than my other chapters, but I just couldn't stop writing. Lol! Thanks for reading and please review!!!