Just over an hour later, less than ten minutes from Roberta’s parts shop in Lincoln, Silver slammed on the brakes, spun the wheel of the van and turned around.
“You f*****g i***t,” he said aloud as he hit the steering wheel with his open palm. “What are you thinking? Leaving her like that? No word, no note, and you did this to a woman new back in the dating world? Jesus. Talk about a goddamn reason to make her never trust men again.”
He sped back to Omaha, praying like he never had in his life that Ana was so exhausted from the night before that she’d still be sleeping. He figured he’d grab two coffees, walk back into the room like he’d just left to do a coffee run and then… well. What then?
Tell her the truth about being in an MC? Ask her if she’d see him when he went to Arizona? Invi
