Reba swallowed and looked around the room like there was someone who would see what he just asked her. She didn't know what to say. Or maybe she did and she didn't want to admit it to Brock. She thought for a moment. If she was really going to give this friendship thing a shot she wanted to be able to be open with Brock. She typed, "because I'm scared. I'm scared to love someone the way I loved you again. I….." she paused and took a deep breathe, "to be honest I'm not even sure if I can." Brock read her answer a few times over. Wow…he thought, I can't believe she just told me that. He decided to keep what he really wanted to say inside and be encouraging. "Of course you will find love Reba and there is nothing to be afraid of," he typed and hit send. Reba laughed sarcastically realizing he had no idea. "Brock, I loved you with everything I had, all of me, It wasn't enough. Once you give yourself to someone like that it's not so easy to bounce back." Brock realized that without the tension of an argument some things that needed to be addressed between them were finally coming out. It was time to ease her mind with the truth. "Oh Reba, honey no. It was enough you were enough. I just let so many other things keep me from appreciating you. Now being without you I know how amazing you were. I know I've hurt you, but you deserve to bounce back and be happy," he wrote. Reba felt a tug at her heart. She felt so happy he said that, but hurt at the same. It took leaving me and breaking my heart to see how much you loved me? She thought to herself. "I am happy Brock, generally. Maybe I just don't need anymore relationships or men in my life. I can be happy alone," she typed the ones on the keyboard but she knew she didn't really mean them. After typing she started to wiggle around uncomfortably underneath the blankets, lies made her uneasy. Brock read her message and saw right through it. He would play along….for now. "Ok fine you are happy. And no you don't need a man. But you don't deserve to be alone." Reba read into his tone, "No I guess not but life isn't fair."

"So been golfing lately?" She laughed at her sad attempt to change the subject. He chuckled with the same thought. "No haven't had the time, and I need to shop for some new golf shoes and shorts." "Oh I see. You not golfing? Man something must me messed up over there!" she typed. "Hey why don't you come with me to shop for clothes and stuff this weekend? You always had good taste when it came to my golf gear," Brock punched in the computer. "Ha! That's because you are practically color blind with some of the things you try to wear. Well, if I'm not busy sure I will go with you." "Awesome. Thanks. I am not color blind! It's just you women have better knowledge about clothes, " he typed. "Sure whatever you say! Ha!" Brock got a mischievous idea, "So speaking of clothes, what are you wearing?" Somehow Reba knew this would happen. "Brock cut it out!" "Oh come on, just tell me it doesn't have to be dirty you know," he admitted. Reba looked down at her chest and stomach. The faded grey cotton with unreadable writing on it seemed to burn her skin now. How can I tell him I'm wearing one of his old t-shits? Oh well already said more than that tonight. "If you must know, I'm wearing one of your old t-shits. Just because it's big and comfy not for any other reason ok!" Brock thought back to what she looked like when she wore his shirts to bed. The memory was a good one. Just then Barbara Jean came down the stairs in a sleepy haze to get water. Brock didn't even try to hide what he was doing and Barbara Jean didn't care enough to ask. He resumed typing "Ok, geez why so defensive. You looked good in my shirts. In fact I'm wearing one of yours right now. It's a little tight though," he joked. Reba laughed "Ha, your funny."

Reba glanced at the clock on her nightstand it was getting late and she had work in the morning. "Well, Brock it's getting kinda late." "I agree, got work tomorrow," he typed in response. "So we will talk tomorrow night?" she asked. "Sure, but I had another idea too. Since your real estate office is nearby my dental office you want to grab a quick lunch or something?" he asked knowing it was pushing it. Reba thought about it. She decided there was no harm in an hour long lunch. "Ok sure, sounds good." "Ok I will pick you up at the office at 12:00." "Ok that works. See you tomorrow. Goodnight Brock." Brock rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Ok. Goodnight love." He typed. He shut the computer off and got up off the couch to go to his dreaded bed for the night. However, Reba sat staring at the screen. Love. He wrote love in regard to her. She looked at it and then decided maybe he didn't think anything of it, but it stuck with her. She closed the laptop and set it on her night stand. She turned out the light but the light in her mind was still shining brightly on the conversation she just had.