It was early evening and Reba stood nervously at a very familiar doorstep. Brock had called late morning to confirm that she still wanted to have dinner with him. She had hesitantly agreed, still unsure if having dinner was the best thing. Brock suggested that since he still had the condo they could just meet up there for dinner. When she hung up the phone, all Reba could think about was how this made her feel more and more like the other woman. Not that she would want to go out to a restaurant and run the risk of bumping into someone they knew. And having dinner at his house felt all wrong as well. Then there were the kids…she had to lie to them about who she was having dinner with. Maybe she could have told them the truth, maybe they wouldn't have cared…but then again with all the problems Brock and Barbra Jean had been having lately, telling them she was having dinner with their father wouldn't make things better. After finally convincing herself everything was going to be ok, she spent an hour scrutinizing her appearance in front of the mirror, eventually settling on a pair of jeans and a thin, pale blue sweater.

Taking a deep breath she brought her hand up and pressed the button for the doorbell. Biting her lower lip nervously she waited until she heard the familiar click of the lock and the door opened. When she saw him standing in the doorway smiling at her, the doubts she had earlier disappeared and she smiled back. "Hi Brock." He wore a t-shirt and jeans, a look she always loved on him.

"Hey Reba." Brock was happy that she had decided to come and he wanted the night to be perfect. He couldn't help but notice that the jeans she wore hugged her in all the right places and he swallowed hard at the thought.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, until Reba spoke up. "Are you going to let me in or are we having dinner out here?" She had to stifle a laugh as she watched Brock's face flush with embarrassment as he quickly moved out of the way to let her in.

Walking inside, Reba noticed the smells coming from the kitchen. It smelled so good that it made her realize how hungry she actually was. Since she had been a bundle of nerves all day, eating had been the last thing on her mind. Hearing the door shut, she placed her purse on the small table behind the couch. Even though most of the furniture was at his home with Barbra Jean, he had kept some behind in the condo. Turning around, Reba looked at Brock.

"So, what's for dinner? It smells good whatever it is." She watched his face flush again and tried to remember the last time she had seen Brock get so embarrassed.

"Oh, well, its really nothing special. Just a chicken casserole I found that I thought you might like." He made his way by her and headed into the kitchen to get the dish out of the oven.

Quietly she followed and was stopped in her tracks by what she saw. The table in the kitchen had a nice, white table cloth draped over it with a few small candles burning. Plates, glasses, and silverware were already set…everything was simple and Reba couldn't help but like it. She wasn't sure what to expect tonight, but this was definitely not it. Towards the end of their marriage little things like this were few and far between.

Brock observed Reba while she looked over the table setting…her fingers gliding over the table cloth. He watched a smile grace Reba's face. He had seen her smile many times, but this smile, just like those over the last few days reminded him of how it was before all the problems, before Barbra Jean, before the divorce. Pulling himself away from the past and his thoughts, Brock turned, removed the casserole from the oven, and placed it at the center of the table.

Dinner turned out to be enjoyable and relaxing, something Reba was thankful for. They had talked about the kids mostly and that was fine with her. After dinner was over, she helped Brock clear the table and clean the dishes. She had just dropped the dish towel on the counter when she felt Brock's arms circle her waist and pull her closer to him. She felt his breath on her ear that sent a shiver down her spine. "Enjoy the dinner?"

"Of course I did…I told you that already, several times in fact." She had to laugh at his constant question about dinner.

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure everything was perfect."

Turning around in Brock's arms, she brought her arms up and wrapped them around the back of his neck. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble, but I'm glad you did." She smiled at him and watched as he smiled back at her.

"Well then, we'll have to do this again sometime." Brock watched the smile leave Reba's face and felt the mood in the room change. It was just as it was this morning and this wasn't how he wanted the evening to end. He felt Reba begin to move out of his grasp and she managed to break free before he could keep her from moving away. "Reba…where are you going?"

Trying to control her emotions she kept her movements forward. "I…I think its best if I go home." Her voice trailed off as she walked into the main room to get her purse.

Brock wasn't that far behind her and managed to move in front of her before she could get to the door. He didn't want to her to leave…he knew they needed to talk. "Reba, don't leave...please."