Terry headed straight for Brock.
"Oh hey Terry. How are ya?" He asked. Terry's neck, arms and back were strained. Reba touched his arm.
"Terry?" She asked.
"Get out." He said without taking his eyes off Brock.
"Hey, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her." Brock replied.
"I said get out." He continued to ignore him. "If you don't walk out, I'll kick you out!" Brock took both girls and headed towards the door. Terry turned his glare to Reba. "Why'd you come back here?"
"I wanted to talk to you."
"We were done talking the day you told me you were in love with him."
"I don't believe that." Reba replied.
"First, you leave me for one of my best friends and when I finally get used to not having you around you not only come back, but bring your children. Why? To rub your happiness in my face?" Reba shook her head. He walked back over to the bar and poured a a drink.
"Get out of here Reba. I don't want anything to do with you or Brock again."
"Terry." He looked at her.
"I'm serious Reba."
"Maybe we can talk about it."
"There isn't anything you'd say that I'd find valuable to listen to." Reba was devastated and walked out the door when he opened it. She walked towards the car. Brock had already put Kyra in her car seat and Cheyenne was sitting in the backseat.
"That was funny!" Brock sighed.
"Your idea of fun is tainted sweetheart."
"What does tainted mean daddy?"
"Never mind." Reba walked over and opened the door. "Well, didn't I tell you?" Reba sat down next to him.
"Don't start with me. Things could be worse."
"Yes, he could have shot me!" Brock exclaimed. "Let's just get out of here. I'm ready to go home. I knew this would be a bad idea." They drove off towards Houston.
A/N: This is short compared to the other chapters, but I promise chapter four will be longer.