"So where are we going now?" Asked Gwen after she saw Brock talking to Richmond.
"I know you, Gwen, like the back of my hand. We've been married for six long years."
"Five!"
"Five or six, does it matter? If I don't do this one thing, I will be out here on the fastest plane leaving tomorrow. Knowing you, you'll probably make me leave tonight."
"What on earth are you talking about? I hope you remember that I'm not the same woman you were married to, thanks to you. I'm a young lady with a lot more wisdom and understanding, and now I know what I need as opposed to what I want. So whatever you think you still know about me, I could have changed that."
"I don't think so..." Brock teased. "You change, that's unlikely."
Brock says, looking at her on their way back to her house. "No, to thi
