“You know what? I really don’t like you.” I throw my wadded-up napkin at his head and for once, I actually hit my target. But instead of the immense joy I thought would follow, it’s more like a dull jolt of triumph for accuracy followed by disappointment from the lack of reaction from Quinton and the way it falls so gently to the floor.

“Do you feel better now?” He follows my gaze to the stupid, useless ball of paper on the floor.

“Not even a little bit.” I hope he can hear the warning in my voice. “As an avid Bravo watcher, I’ve seen my fair share of items tossed in people’s faces and I’m not afraid to step my game up.”

“Is that where that one chick flipped the table and was yelling about prostitutes?”

Well fuck me.

Seriously.

I want him to do it.

He watches Real Housewives? He plays professional football, donates his salary to worthy causes, and watches Bravo. I’ve literally never been so attracted to a man in my entire freaking-ass life.

“You watch Bravo?” I ask, but I know it’s too good to be true. That’s probably one of the many things he does with Angela when she’s over here forgetting about her Diet Cokes.

“I’ve watched.” He shrugs before picking up another taco like he didn’t just discover my love language. “My mom likes it, so I’ll watch it with her.”

The visual I get of him watching Real Housewives with his mom and not Angela does things to my insides that I’m not proud of. It’s so sweet to picture him sitting with his mom, not caring what they watch, just wanting to spend time with her.

“I bet you can’t wait to go back home to watch it with her. I’m sure watching the Dallas franchise is even more fun when you’re there.”

“Probably.” He doesn’t meet my eyes and shoves another bite into his mouth. I wonder if he dated one of the housewives? I’m pretty sure one of them was a cheerleader. His shoulders tense up and his jaw does that clenching thing before he tries to hide it with the phoniest smile that I have ever seen. Glad he can throw a football, because acting is def not an option for him. “Can’t wait to go home to see.”

He sounds like he’s stepping on a nail and is doing everything he can not to show me just how much he never wants to go home. Between his dad not coming to the launch or being on the board and his reaction to me mentioning Dallas, something has to be going on. And as a person who understands the desire to keep all family matters under wraps, I drop it.