A/N: I'm almost sick of writing, but this story has one chapter left after this; I can't help it. I have a compelling need to keep writing.
"Hey Brock," Barbara Jean said with a bright smile as she walked in the first day after their vacation was over.
"Good morning Barbara Jean," Brock said looking up from his paperwork.
"It was nice. Our family hasn't had a vacation in a long time." She walked over and brushed up against his shoulder.
"I'm glad," she paused, "how would you like to take a vacation with me?"
Brock stared at her, "excuse me? What'd you just say?"
"You know the way we look at each other. We'd be good together. You know you'd like us to be together. Reba doesn't love you. I can tell she doesn't-"
"Back up a minute. Don't you EVER say my wife doesn't love me. We love each other a great deal. This vacation was part of an attempt to show ourselves that even in the midst of crazy work schedules and kids that we love each other as much as we did when we got married."
Barbara Jean looked surprised, "oh, well then, back to work."
"Barbara Jean?"
"Yes?" Her voice wavered as she smiled. She truly felt that she had him now. How could he say no to a relationship with a beautiful woman?
"Go home."
"What?"
"You're fired. I never want to see you in this office again. How dare you try breaking up my marriage? I tried giving you the benefit of the doubt, but Reba's been unsure about you for a while. If I would have listened to her, you would have been gone a long time ago. There are so many single men in this town. What does it say about a person who goes after her married boss?"
Her expression first looked hurt, but then anger flashed through her eyes and she fluffed her shirt. "Fine, but you are going to regret giving up the best opportunity of your life."
"I. said. get. out." He deliberately said one word at a time. Barbara Jean walked out the door and Brock couldn't believe what had transpire. As long as Reba was okay with it, he probably wouldn't hire anybody else as long as she could work. He'd rather work with his wife than somebody else anyway.
"I knew it!" Reba exclaimed. "I knew she was trouble the first day I met her."
"How'd you know?"
"I just knew it. We know these kinds of things. It's not hard to spot these kinds of women." Brock looked at her curled up in the bed as he got in next to her.
"I wish I could say the same thing."
"Did you fire her?"
"Of course I did."
"So what's the problem? You got rid of her, if she poses a problem we'll file a complaint- but I really don't think she will be."
"I hope you're right." He pulled Reba closer to him and she rested her head against his chest.
"Of course I am."