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She looked at him. "His names Ryan." was all she could say simply.

He looked at her shocked. "Okay, then what the hell is he doin' on my side table?"
"Brock...it's not what you think."

"So, my wife isn't having an affair is that what you're telling me?"

She started slowly, and looked him in the eyes. "It's just that. You were gone for so long, and I was alone. All I did was take the girls to school. And when I did I met Ryan. He's a single father, and his daughter goes to the same school as Cheyenne. It was hard for me, not having a man around, and I didn't think you'd come home anymore, but nothing is going on I can guarantee you that. We're just friends."

He looks at her in disbelief. "Reba, I told you I'd be back."

"Three years, Brock. Three freakin' years! You waited three years to come back. And I bet you wouldn't even of came back, if I hadn't sent those stupid divorce papers!" she yelled.

Suddenly a tall blond walks into the living room. "Reba, are you alright? I heard screaming down the street, while I was walking to your house, with these batch of cookies."

Brock eyed the tall blond man up and down. A batch of cookies, is this guy gay? he thought to himself. "Is this the guy?" he said walking towards Ryan. Ryan became intimidated and immediately backed away.

Reba stepped in between the two of them, she knew how jealous Brock could get. "Honey, the girl's are upstairs. And he didn't do anything, theres no need to start."

Brock ignored what she said and movd her gently out the way and he moved closer to Ryan. "Who do you think you are?" he said nudging Ryan. "Didn't you know Reba's married? Did you think I wouldn't come back and rip your limbs apart, if I found out anything was goin' on?" he nudged Ryan one more time sending the batch of cookies.

"Hey! Those were perfectly good cookies!" Ryan squealed.

Brock paused and looked at him one last time. "Are you sure, you're not gay?"

Ryan looked at him confused before saying. "Look, Brock. Nothing's going on between me and Red."

"Red? That's my nick name for her. And why should I believe you?"

"Because she's not easy." said Ryan.

Brock and Reba looked at him shocked. Easy? What was he trying to say about Reba? "So, now you're tellin' me, that the only reason why anything isn't goin' on, is because my wife isn't a slut?"

"Yes. No. I mean-" Ryan started but only to be cut off by Brock.

"Boy, you betta make up your mind, before I make it up for you." said Brock clenching his fists.

"I've known your wife for a year now and not once, did she kiss me! Not once! I came so close one time, and then she blew me off." he stopped. "But I thought one day, she will and then we'll be more than just friends, we would be lovers." Ryan said.

Reba couldn't believe her eyes. This man she had let into her house, she had personal conversations with him about her children and Brock being in the army, wanted her to be more than just a friend. He wanted her to cheat on her husband. She watched as Brock prepared himself to knock him out, and she walked towards Brock and stopped his punch.

"Brock, leave him alone. Ryan I think you should go now."

"Reba, are you kiddin me-"

"Andnever come back." she said as she finished her sentence.

Ryan struggled to get up, and made a beeline for the door. "I can tell you one thing, Reba. You deserve better than him! You could of had me! I would have given you anything, even that son you've always wanted!" he said as he ran out the door never to return.

Reba walked into the kitchen, ignoring Ryan's comment. "Reba..." Brock started.

"Brock, if it's about what happened and what was said right now, then please do me a favor, and don't mention it."