Nurses and other employees emerged, some in groups, some singly, all hurrying to their cars. She watched a couple of ambulances roll in and discharge their cargo. Still no Matt. Should she call his cell? No, he must be busy—probably too busy to take her call. It was half past midnight when Matt walked through the automatic doors, looking at his watch and shaking his head. By that time the area was almost deserted again. “Sorry.” Matt dropped into the passenger seat and buckled in. “I should have warned you that sometimes it’s a struggle for a doctor to break away.” Sandra eased out of the parking lot and set a course for her office, where Matt had left his car. “I understand.” She started to say more, but closed her lips firmly to stop the words from coming out. No need to go into my past history with Ken. Not now, at least. “I really appreciate this, Sandra. I hate it that I’ve kept you up so late.” “No worries. Now how did your shift go? Any problems after the accident this afternoon?”
