“Any updates on the flight?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Dunn.” Heather addressed him by name—no surprise she remembered him, given his earlier behavior. She nodded at Rusty. “Mr. Beaumont.” Heather would have remembered hisname for a completely different reason. “The fog isn’t clearing, and even if it does, we’re so backed up on flights at a very busy time of year that I can’t reschedule your flight until the morning. And that’s ifthe fog clears. I’d suggest you phone in the morning before eight. Hopefully we should have more information then.”
“Thanks,” Nate said. He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I was having a bad day, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
“Thank you for the apology,” Heather said. “I appreciate it. We get a lot of stressed people on days like this and not many of them think to apologize for their behavior.”