Eight hours later Reba shot up into a sitting position when she heard a pounding on her door. She opened her door to find Barbara Jean grinning madly, "Rise and shine, sleepy friend!"

Reba blinked, thinking about what Van had told her the night before. Despite Barbara Jean's awful deception, she had a hard time feeling any differently toward her. Brock had slept with her, and could have gotten her pregnant, and Reba had formed a sort of friendship with the goofy blonde. However, she did feel less guilty about flirting with Brock, "I'm up, now go away."

Barbara Jean laughed, "Meet us in the lobby in forty-five minutes."

Reba rushed through her morning routine, showering and doing her hair quickly, before taking some time to pick out an outfit and apply some soft makeup. She finally settled on a light blue sundress patterned with navy blue flowers and navy sandals. Reba slipped out of her room and downstairs into the lobby, getting there first and reading some of the brochures about the coastal area they were in.

"Reba?" Brock's voice was tender and Reba turned around to find him gazing at her with a combination of affection and attraction in his eyes. "You look...beautiful."

"Thank you, Brock," she replied. "I thought it was time."

Barbara Jean breezed into the lobby and smiled at Reba, "You look so pretty, Reba! I thought we'd go to the park after breakfast. They have canoes there, and I love to canoe!"

Cheyenne and Van walked in, hearing Barbara Jean's idea, "That sounds great, Barbara Jean," Cheyenne said. "Van and I love the water."

Barbara Jean beamed, not noticing the uneasy look on Brock's face. Reba subtly put a hand on his back, out of view of Barbara Jean, and rubbed soothingly. She remembered Brock's fear of the water and wondered how Barbara Jean could have been married to him for five years without learning of it. "I'm not sure that's a great idea, Barbara Jean," Reba said. "I'm not really dressed for canoeing."

"Then go change, we'll wait," Barbara Jean ordered with a smile.

Reba sighed and went back to her room, putting on a pair of jeans with trainers and a tighter v-neck tee shirt than usual and a formfitting green striped button-up shirt. She was glad Brock had seen her in the dress though, and wondered when she had decided to steal her husband back. Walking back into the lobby, Reba caught Van's eye and smiled slightly at the nod he gave her; the young man had become something of a son to Reba, and his support meant a lot of her.

"Ready?" Barbara Jean's voice was perky, and she chattered all the way to the restaurant and through the meal. The ride to the park was mostly silent, with Reba sitting next to Cheyenne and Van in the backseat and Barbara Jean sitting up front with Brock, making abortive attempts at conversation. Finally, they arrived at the park and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, getting out of the car quickly.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Barbara Jean exclaimed, taking off toward the lake.

"I don't know if I can do this," Brock murmured to Reba, hanging back.

"You can," Reba replied. "Besides, remember those summers in college when I was a lifeguard? If you start to drown I'll save you. Probably," she said with a chuckle.

"My hero," Brock drawled, heading for the lake.

"Mom," Cheyenne called, "Wait up a second."

Reba paused and looked at her oldest daughter, "What is it, darlin'?"

Cheyenne looked around to make sure Barbara Jean and Brock were out of earshot, "Van told me he talked to you last night. I just wanted to wish you luck and tell you that I love you and you deserve happiness. I like Barbara Jean, but what she did was wrong, and all three of you deserve to be with someone who loves you. She's young, she'll find someone else. And you and dad have loved each other for like, forever."

Reba smiled gently, "Thank you, sweetheart. Now let's go, your father gets nervous in the water, and I want to make sure Barbara Jean doesn't give him a panic attack."

Cheyenne smiled, "I have just the idea." Cheyenne ran ahead and caught Barbara Jean, "Will you come on the canoe with me and Van? We want to go really far out and mom and dad are wimps, so we can leave them in the shallow water," she said with a grin.

Barbara Jean laughed, "Great idea, see you later, guys!"

Brock turned to Reba, "Shall we?"

Reba scoffed, "You want to go out on the water?"

"Sure," Brock smiled, "After all, you're here to save me."

Brock paid the attendant for a canoe and briefly held Reba's hand as he helped her in, meeting her eyes and allowing her to see the attraction reflected in them. Reba's breath caught and she quickly looked away, sitting down and staring at the water as Brock climbed in and picked up the paddles. Reba tried to ignore the desire to pull Brock to her and kiss him that she felt every time they touched, letting herself be lulled by the motion of the small boat.

Reba relaxed in the canoe, smiling softly at Brock as he paddled them out into the water. She was glad he was concentrating on the water, because she was grateful for the opportunity to observe him unnoticed. His unnaturally tan skin made her laugh, but his features were still handsome after all the years she'd known him. He'd also developed more muscles during his marriage to Barbara Jean, a fact that Reba appreciated as he propelled them without enlisting her help.

"Reba?" Brock's voice cut into her thoughts, "What are you thinking about?"

"You." Reba didn't offer any further information, simply closing her eyes and tipping her face back to enjoy the rare sun on her usually protected pale skin.

Brock stopped paddling and hooked the paddles in their holders, "Thank you."

Reba opened her eyes, "For thinking of you?"

"No," Brock smiled, "For trying to protect me from the water. You always have had my back. But thanks for thinking of me, too."