The Weekend

Chapter Two

The two sat in silence and listened to the radio for almost an hour. The last thing Reba wanted to do was spend this car ride reminiscing with Brock. That was a dangerous game that she had no intention playing.

Reba watched Brock out of the corner of her eye. She watched as he closed his eyes and quickly jerked them open and shook his head. Her eyes widened and she reached over and pinched his leg.

"I'm not dyin' on this road tonight, Brock, you stay awake or we're pullin' over!"

"I'm fine, Reba, calm down." He opened his eyes wide in hopes of keeping himself awake and stared at the concrete in front of him. He thought he could make it through the night without stopping. Hell, he had done it on countless occasions before, but he was younger then.

Reba watched Brock intently from the passenger seat. She refused to let her last breath be drawn in this car. If she was going to die in a car at all, it would be in a thunderbird convertible, crashing in a blaze at the bottom of the Grand Canyon with Barbara Jean in the seat next to her.

She watched as Brock drifted off for a split second once again. "Alright, that's it! We're pulling over."

"We can't just pull over, we're in the middle of nowhere. At least let me wait until the next exit."

"Fine, but if you drift off again, I'll smack yah."

Brock just rolled his eyes before squinting at an upcoming sign.

"There's a motel coming up, maybe we should crash there for the night."

"But we told the kids—"

"Well, we can call them and let them know we're stopping. I'm falling asleep and, if your mood is any indication, you could use some rest, too." Reba rolled her eyes at his jab, but continued to contemplate his words. "Plus, if we leave early in the morning, we can still get there before noon."

"Maybe you're right."

"I'm sorry, say that again?" Brock hadn't heard those words in a very long time.

"I said, you're right. Don't get used to it." Reba tried to hold in her smile, but she failed.

"That's what I thought you said." He gave Reba a triumphant grin before quickly pulling off of the interstate and onto the ramp that led to the motel. They noticed the packed parking lot as they pulled up to the motel. Of course it was busy, it was a long weekend and everyone was headed out of town. That thought didn't even cross Reba's mind.

"It looks packed, I hope there's a couple rooms left."

Brock nodded and parked off to the side. "Well, let's go and find out."

The two got out of the car and walked towards the motel. Brock watched as Reba walked ahead of him. He hair was longer and it fell just passed her shoulders. She hadn't had long hair like that since college and the sight brought memories back to him. His eyes travelled further down her back and rested on the form fitting jeans she was wearing. They fit every curve perfectly and Brock gulped at the sight. Knock it off! He chastised himself. It was not the time nor the place for him to be checking out his ex wife.

"Are you coming or what?" Reba called over her shoulder and Brock quickly jogged to catch up to her. This was going to be a long night.

The two entered the lobby of the motel to find no one in sight. Brock looked around before spotting the bell on the desk and tapped his finger on the tiny, silver nob, sending a ping throughout the room.

A plump woman with grey hair and glasses emerged from the office behind the desk.

"Hi there!" She said in a sweet voice and Brock and Reba both smiled in response. "Let me guess, you're looking for a room?"

"Well, two actually. Do you have anything left?" Brock questioned and the lady flipped through the book in front of her.

"It looks like we only have one room available." The woman looked up and made eye contact with Brock, who quickly turned to Reba.

She really didn't like the idea of sharing a room with him, but they both needed to sleep and as long as it had two beds, she could make that sacrifice. She nodded and Brock turned her attention back to the woman in front of him.

"As long as it has two beds."

"Unfortunately, sir, all we have left is a room with a double bed."

"Couch?" His heart was beating fast. Please, dear god, tell me it has a couch.

The woman shook her head and he sighed before turning back to Reba. Reba saw the look in his eyes and knew what he was getting at.

"Nope. No. Uh uh. Not happening. See yah." She started walking towards the door, but Brock quickly grabbed her arm to stop her.

"C'mon, Reba, it's all they have left and there's not another motel for miles. I'll sleep on the floor or in the bathtub. You can have the bed. Just, please."

"Ugh, fine. But I swear to god, Brock, if you try anything I will hurt you." She moved close to his face as she spoke, pointing a finger at him, and the look in her eyes told him she was serious.

The woman behind the desk smiled to herself as she watched the scene in front of her unfold. A couple? No. Divorced, perhaps. But why? The two clearly belonged together, she thought to herself. All that fire, all those sparks. Such a shame.

"We'll take it." Brock smiled and the women nodded and began to prepare the paperwork.

"Yes, honey, we're fine. Your dad was gettin' tired and I was, too, so we decided to stop for the night, but we'll be there before the afternoon tomorrow." Reba nodded as she listened to Cheyenne speak through the phone. "Uh huh! Yep! Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, sweetie, I love you."

"Did you tell them we have to share a room?" Brock asked as he walked into the motel room with their luggage.

"I thought I'd leave out the tidbit of information, it's embarrassing enough as it is." Reba set her phone on the night stand. The room stank of potpourri and the walls were covered in a god awful green and white floral wallpaper. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than nothing.

Brock nodded, understanding where Reba was coming from, but if he was being honest, he wasn't too upset about the whole situation. In fact, he found it kind of funny.

Reba grabbed her bag and walked into the washroom. It was small, but clean and that's all that mattered. After cleaning the makeup off of her face, she reached into her bag and pulled out her night gown. It was a royal blue, silky number. She hadn't expected to have to share a room with Brock and it's all she brought. Of all the things you could've chosen. She rolled her eyes at herself, of course this would happen.

Brock was just about to dose off when Reba finally exited the bathroom. His eyes widened at the sight of her. She wore a silky blue night gown with spaghetti straps that was long enough to cover her bum from his eyes, but not the long legs that held her up. The heat had gotten to her hair, which had grown in size and suddenly, he was staring at the women he fell in love with during his college years. He gulped down the nerves that were rising in his chest.

"Quit staring. I didn't think I'd have to share a room with you and this is all I brought." She set her bag down next to the bed and quickly climbed underneath the covers.

"Hey, I'm not complaining. I just wish you wore that when we were married." Brock winked and Reba's jaw dropped. She grabbed the pillow next to her and hurled it at his head.

"You're married and we're divorced, Brock. You can't say stuff like that." He held his hands up in defeat and set the pillow she had thrown at him on the edge of the bed. He walked into the bathroom with a smirk on his face, closing the door behind him. Reba let out a long sigh. She didn't like the feeling she got in her chest when his eyes were roaming her body. It felt as if a fire had been ignited inside of her. For the sake of both of them, she hoped the night passed by quickly and they could be on the road as soon as possible.

Brock walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of boxers. Reba couldn't help but stare at the man in front of her. It had been a very long time since she had seen him in that way and the lack of clothing sent memories flashing through her mind.

"Are you checking me out?" Brock asked, grinning from ear to ear. Reba's cheeks flushed red and she quickly looked away. Brock loved to needle her.

"Don't be silly." Reba said, wishing the warmth in her cheeks would fade.

"If I'm sleeping on the floor, you're going to need to part with a blanket."

Reba peeled the comforter from the bed and handed it to him, the room was warm and she knew she wouldn't need it.

"Here."

Brock took it from her and placed his pillow on the floor beside the bed. He laid down on top of the comforter and rested his head against the pillow, staring at the ceiling.

"Goodnight, Reba."

"Goodnight, Brock."