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Chapter 2
Brock's eyes zeroed in on the screen. Reba? He thought to himself, no it couldn't be! His hands became sweaty and he was at a lose for words to type. "Reba...Reba Hart?" he typed. Reba rolled her eyes, "Yes, Brock your ex-wife!" Brock was still a bit confused. "What are you doing on here, since when do you play poker?" Reba explained that she sat in for Van and after a few minutes she couldn't stop. She finished her comment with, "Never mind why I'm on here, what are you doing on here?" Be began to type, "I play every once in a while when Barbara Jean is gone with Henry and I have some free time." Reba figured as much. She knew Brock wasn't much for being productive when he had time on his hands. As she was thinking what to say next, Brock was scrolling up the screen and reading the earlier comments between them. Suddenly it really hit him. They had been flirting with each other the whole time. He had told his ex-wife that she should be a model! He felt the heat beaming from his face and knew without looking it was a dark red.
Reba sat straight up now giving her words more attention. "So….umm…do you still want to call it a night Brock?" He thought about her question. He was ready to shut off the computer and head to bed, but now he was wide awake. He thought that they should at least talk about their earlier conversation. He typed, "Well, not really I'm not tired anymore. What do you say…one more game?" Reba realized she wasn't tired anymore either; the shock of finding out she had been talking to her ex-husband shot her right out of her sleepy state. "Sure, I could go for one more," she quickly typed.
Reba clicked the button to start a new game and they were dealt their cards. "Reba about earlier…I'm sorry I said some of those things to you," Brock typed. Reba knew he would bring it up. "It's ok Brock it's not like we knew who we were really talking to." "Yea, but still I felt a weird connection even when I didn't know it was you," he thought a minute before hitting send. Did he really want to tell her that? "Haha…that's funny you know…I kinda did too," Reba replied. "Well, I guess we really do know each other don't we," Brock said. He knew it was true, they knew each other better than anyone. Reba smiled, "yea we do." Reba began to feel a bit uncomfortable so she tried to change the subject. "So…where is Barbara Jean?" She typed before Brock could say anything. "She is sleeping upstairs; she has been asleep for a while now," he keyed into the computer. "Oh I see…hey it's your turn, you gonna call or what?" she impatiently asked him in the chat window. "Ok ok I'm going, oh by the way Reba…you really could be a model you know," he hit send rather quickly. Wait! He couldn't believe he just typed that. It came out involuntarily and he sent it before he had a chance to think about it. He cocked his head to the side and grinned because inside he knew he really meant it.
Reba read his comment and suddenly felt nervous and tingly. Did he really just say that? she thought to herself. Instead of making a sarcastic comment Reba decided to be sincere. "Thanks Brock, but I sure don't feel like it. The years haven't been so kind to me. I look in the mirror and everyday I see a little bit more of someone I don't recognize," she almost started to tear as she wrote. Brock was shocked by her response. Reba rarely got this weak and emotional. "What? Reba you are gorgeous! You are strong, intelligent and witty. What do you mean you don't recognize yourself?" Reba's eyes became even more moist after reading what Brock said. "Oh I don't know Brock I think back on who I used to be and what I have now and its just all so different and… I just don't know." She stopped herself. She couldn't figure out why she was getting so emotional; this was not like her. The conversation was starting to get deep and Reba didn't know if she wanted to go there.
Brock took a little longer to think of an answer, "Yea, life has taken both of us in directions we never saw coming, but don't doubt yourself Reba. You have handled it all so well. I feel the same way sometimes, you're not alone." Even Brock was beginning to feel a tug at his heart now. He knew if they were face to face this conversation wouldn't be happening, it would be too hard. The safety of distance between them made it easier to say what they really felt. Brock continued typing, "Wow, I really miss talking to you like this Reba," he paused. "To tell you the truth I really miss…you."