Brock leaned over her, his intense gaze making her squirm with excitement. She lay naked under him, open to his gaze. She shivered. She could sense him. She could hear... Reba awoke with a jolt, shivering and wet in the best way. And alone. Another dream...they were driving her crazy. Brock was her ex. As in excuse me, I shouldn't be dreaming about my stupid orange manatee ex-husband. Ever since she had seen him in the shower a week ago she had been having these dreams. They had to stop. She just had to be left alone long enough to get him off her mind. And the family would be gone this weekend, away with BJ at a family reunion. Reba chose a simple teal top, a belt buckle, and her favorite skinny jeans that cupped her ass so nicely with her worn out cowboy boots. A girl could dress for herself sometimes. The lacy red bra and matching panties...those were for her too. The fact that Brock would have loved them...that surely wasn't why she had chosen them. Right?

The door closed downstairs. He walked in. She heard him before she saw him. She knew his footsteps by heart. Her heartbeat quickened just knowing he was near. Traitorous heartbeat. He was coming upstairs. "Reba? It's me…Can I come in? I need to talk to you." Before she could answer, he let himself in.