I walked away without waiting for my drink. That was one sentence I didn't need to hear finished. Even if I hadn't been preoccupied with thoughts of Kyndall, I wouldn't have been interested. The blonde was pretty enough, but even my one-night stands needed to have at least some intelligence about them. Either this woman was truly ignorant, or she convincingly played the part in an attempt to appeal to the sort of men who preferred beauty over brains. Whichever it was, she perpetuated the stereotype of the dumb blonde, and all that succeeded in doing was aggravate me.
I went back outside and walked a couple blocks before ducking inside a bodega to send off another text, this one much longer.
I would prefer to do this in person, but it needs to be said no matter what. I was wrong. Not only in my accusations but for the entire incident. I should have believed you immediately, and no matter what, I shouldn't have judged. I didn't intend to hurt you, and I want to fix things between us. That's what couples do, right? When something happens, they try to work it out. I don't want to lose you simply because I was a jackass. Please, call me or meet me. Text me. Anything that lets me know that you're open to making this work, or even only allowing me to apologize properly.
I couldn't just stand around in this little shop, staring at my phone like a pathetic fool. I needed to be doing something, anything. If she wasn't in her apartment – and I still didn't know for certain that she hadn't been ignoring me – then I needed to find her. The problem was, the only place I could think of where she would likely go was her brother's apartment. Then again, if she was trying to avoid me, she probably would have wanted to stay away from any place I associated with her. Plus, I doubted she wanted Dalton involved in any of this. I knew I sure as hell didn't, especially if it meant Dalton discovering the conversation that had led to this fight. I'd probably earn a fist to the jaw for the things I'd said – no matter that he'd made essentially the same accusations – and Kyndall would be furious if I revealed the secret behind her income.
That was when I realized where she could be. Playing poker.
I checked my phone again, then tucked it into my pocket. I walked back outside with a new determination.
I had a poker game to find.