Chapter 2

Reba's eyes fluttered open and she was very aware of the strong arm around her waist. Suddenly the activities of the night before came back to her and to her surprise she did not feel guilty. She didn't want to jump up and try getting out of there as soon as possible. She wanted to stay right where she was. She soon felt Brock moving and she snuggled closer to his embrace. Reba couldn't help but smile about last night. Despite knowing how wrong it is and how much it is going to hurt people...if anyone found out, she enjoyed every moment she had with him. She soon felt more movement from Brock and light kisses on her neck as he slowly awoke. Reba turned to see Brock fully awake.

"What do we do now?" asked with a smile on his face.

Reba loved his smile. She still does. "We have to get up. It's almost noon."

Brock pulled her close and kissed her neck again and whispered in her ear, "I'm already "up"."

Reba smiled. "No, we really have to leave."

"I know. Your right. As always."

Reba quickly found her robe and made her way into the bathroom. She turned on the water and quickly entered the tub. Last night couldn't have been better for her. What's gonna happen today or tomorrow she didn't know. She suddenly felt arms wrap around her waist. Reba leaned back into Brock's embrace and sighed in content. She really loved this feeling but how long would this last? Till they got home? Tomorrow? Forever? To be perfectly honest she was secretly hoping for the last one but even thought he had said he still loved her, he didn't say what would happen once they got back.

"Brock."

"Hmmm?" he murmured into her neck.

"What's going to happen once we get back?" Turning to see his reaction, she could tell he had no idea either.

"I haven't really thought about it. I guess I was just to caught up n the moment." Reba smiled. She had gotten caught up in the moment too. "How about we not think about what happens after we get out of this shower." Reba, bring a woman who rarely did a girly giggle, but she did. Before she knew it, she was wrapped up in his arms...again.

After their shower together, they quickly dressed and hurried to check out because they were really late. They should have already been gone now. Reba was somewhat at fault because she spent a good part of the time trying to cover up the hickeys on her neck with cover up. It helped a bit but she ended up having to wear a turtle neck sweater home. She only hoped that Barbara Jean or Cheyenne didn't think anthing of it and try to do a hickey check.

They were almost at Reba's house when Brock pulled over to the side of the road. "What are you doing?" asked Reba, who was very confused right now.

Brock killed the engine and turned to face Reba. "We really need to talk about what happened before we get home."

Reba nodded. "I completely agree."

"Right...ummm...this is hard Reba. I meant every word I said when I told you I still love you. I just want you to know that."

Reba smiled. "I still love you too." That was the first time she admitted it.

"I don't think we should tell anyone about us."

Reba was stunned. "So...last night and this morning was just really nothing to you then."

"No! I meant everything. I just think we should maybe keep whatever we have going on under wraps right now."

Reba could feel her pulse quicken and her temper was rising. "So...you want to have a relationship with me but you still want to be married to Barbara Jean?"

"No..."

"Then your going to tell her you want a divorce?"

"Well, no, not..."

Her face was really showing her anger. Her nose was flared and her eyes like a little glint in them that looked like fire. "So let me get this straight. You want to stay married but you want me on the side as well?"

"Reba, I love you. I do. I just feel maybe we should wait a while and then break to everyone gently. It would make things easier."

"You mean, make things easier for you."

"No, Reba..."

"No." She held her hand up and turned back in her seat so she was facing front. "It's ok. It's my fault. I let my guard down. I went against everything I believed in."

"Reba please..."

"No, let's just go."

"Reba just ta..."

"No! Let's go. I. Want. To. Go. Home."

Brock sighed. He couldn't talk to her like this. She wasn't going to let him speak at all. He started the engine and headed toward Reba's house once again.

Reba couldn't believe she had let herself get hurt. Again. She wasn't going to let that happen anymore. No more Brock. No More. She meant that too. She wasn't going to deal with this. She couldn't deal with it anymore. Her heart couldn't take having it broken a third time.

Brock pulled into Reba's driveway and Reba got out as quickly as she could. The only thing said was Reba asking Brock to pop the trunk. Grabbing her bag she headed inside her house. Right before her hand touched the knob, a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her back a little. "Reba, we really need to talk."

Flinging her arm away she said, "We already talked and I understood everything you had to say. Now go home to your wife!"

The door suddenly opened to reveal a very worried looking Barbara Jean. "Reba!" BJ pulled Reba into a tight hug. "I thought you were dead! I was ready to call the police."

Reba's eyes were huge and looked as if they were gonna pop out. "Can't breathe!" Reba struggled out her words.

BJ let go immediately and shut the door, forgeting or not noticing Brock was still out there. "Where's Brock?"

Reba set down her bag and crossed towards the kitchen. "You just slammed the door in his face."

"Oh!" BJ opened the door and brought Brock into a hug ad kissed his lips. "Sorry honey." She pushed him away though and eyed him suspiciously. "Why were you late?"

"Stuck in traffic." BJ seemed to buy this because she nodded and kissed him again.

Reba saw the exchange and felt a tug at her heart. She should have known something like this would happen. Why did she do that? Why did she go against her better judgment? He is married! What was she thinking? She crossed into the kitchen to find Cheyenne and Van in there with the baby. "Hey mom. How was the party?"

Reba sighed. "Terry, our friend, is dead."

Cheyenne gasp. "What?"

"Yeah, he was very sick. To be honest, I don't want to talk about this past weekend, if you don't mind." Cheyenne didn't ask anything more. Reba went to the coffee pot and prepaired to make some coffee. She needed some aspiran too for the tiny headache she was having from last night. She went into the cupboard for a glass. When she turned she saw BJ and Brock entering the kitchen.

BJ gave her a smile and sat on an island stool. "So, Reba. How was your weekend?"

Reba sneered at her. "Wonderful."

"Really. Is that why your wearing a turtle neck?" BJ tried to reach for the neck of Reba's sweater but Reba pulled back. "Why won't you let me see? Got something to hide?" she asked suspicously.

Reba's blood began to boil and she exploded. "Yes Barbara Jean! I do. I have hickey's all over my neck from your husbend from our romantic weekend away! He was going to tell you today he's leaving you for me."

BJ looked a little hurt. "I was just playing with you Reba. No need to get all mean."

Reba left the kitchen screaming. "Well, excuse me if I am not in the mood for games. I'm going to take a nap!"

"Geez, what's wrong with her?" asked BJ

"Our friend Terry died last week. I don't think she's taking it very well."

BJ looked sad. "Oh, I feel like an idiot." Everyone looked at her funny. "Maybe I should go talk to her."

BJ started towards the stairs but Brock stopped her. "I don't think that's a good idea. I think I should. I think she's hurting because of Terry."

BJ nodded. "I'll see you at home. sweetie."

Brock nodded and BJ kissed his cheek. He cringed at the kiss. He felt nothing. With Reba though, even a slight brush of their hands sent shivers to his spine. He knew she was upset with him. He really did need to talk to her.

He made it to her door and knocked. "Whoever you are, go away." Brock ignored her and walked in anyway. She was lying down with a wash cloth on her head. Looking up she sneered at Brock. "I thought I told you to go away."

Brock shut the door. "I know your upset with me."

Reba shot up. "Upset! No." She scoffed. "Just because we had sex in less than twenty four hours and you told me you still loved me and then you basicly tell me that you didn't want me after all."

Brock crossed the room and sat down in front of her. "I didn't say I didn't want you."

"No, you just told me you wanted me as your mistress. Oh that's so much better." Reba got off the bed and began to pace the bedroom. Brock got up and hugged her. Reba tried to push her away but he was stronger than her. Reba then looked at him with ears in her eyes. Brock's heart ached as he saw those beautiful blue eyes with those tears. He wiped them away and then leaned down to kiss her. Reba saw this coming and turned her face so he kissed her cheek instead.

"Reba, I know that you want me. Don't you feel the sparks. Tell me you do."

Reba began to cry again and she pushed him away. "I do want you. I do but I can't have you. You're still married. That makes you off limits. Last night...and this morning was wonderful but it was a big mistake that we both made. It can't happen again. I know I don't like her but I don't think I could hurt BJ the way you two hurt me when I found out about all that was going on. I know how she would feel. It would crush her. She really loves you. Now please go."

"But Reba..."

Reba sobbed. "Please Brock, don't do this to me. Just go."

He hated to see her like this. He just wanted to take her in his arms but he saw how much he was hurting her. He nodded and left for home. Reba then climbed into bed and cried herself to sleep.

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