Chapter 3
She had planned on meeting Cody when he got into town, but something came up with work and she had to take off for LA for a few days. She didn't bother calling him and letting him know. In fact, she hadn't even bothered to call Virgil and get Cody's cell phone number in the first place. The only way the couple were communicating were either threw Virgil or threw UPS. More than anything she had wanted to see him just so he could sign the divorce papers. Somewhere in the back of her mind, there was a nagging voice that said she also wanted to see him and to make sure that she had made the right decision by filing for divorce instead of trying to work it out after all these years. Jenna pushed that nagging thought away and boarded her flight.
Cody checked into his hotel on the 23rd as planned. He left word at the front desk that should someone named Jenna Runnels show up looking for him, she was allowed to have a room key and should come up and see him right away. He was only in town for tonight and tomorrow, then he was headed off again. He hoped like hell that she would come see him. They had a lot to talk about; mainly why he wasn't signing these damn divorce papers. She had sent the papers back to him again with only her signature on them and a note saying that she would talk to him when he got in. He waited all night for her on the 23rd, she never showed, left a message at the front desk or called him. The next day he was busy with media appearances and the show at the Target Center. She never contacted him that day either.
Cody, Randy and Ted were scheduled to leave Minneapolis this afternoon. They were headed to Chicago. Cody called the front desk again to see if there were any messages from her; there weren't. Cody was pacing around the hotel room when Randy finally broke down and asked him what got him so worked up.
"What's going on, Cody? Why are you so antsy. Ever since we got to Minnesota you've been acting weird."
"It's nothing really. A...friend...of mine was supposed to show up here while we were in town and she hasn't. She hasn't left any messages either. I guess I'm a little worried."
Randy looked at his friend; so it was a woman that had him all worked up. "A 'she', huh? Who is it? I thought you weren't into the whole 'dating' thing," Randy smirked at him.
"I'm not...it was just that we need to talk about something important, and she promised to meet me here, but she never showed. Didn't leave a message or call or anything. Guess I'm kinda worried."
"Sorry to hear that, buddy. But we aren't leaving for a few more hours, maybe she'll make her grand appearance before then. She must be something special if you're getting all worked up about it."
Cody smiled to himself, if Randy only knew what this girl was to him. "Yeah, she's pretty special."
Jenna had just landed at MSP and looked at her watch. Damn it, she thought to herself. If she hadn't had to fly out to LA at the last minute, she might have been able to catch Cody and convince him to sign the papers. Maybe he was still in town. She drove threw downtown to the Ivy. As she parked in the parking garage, she was starting to feel a little nervous. What if he was still in town and she actually made it in time to see him? How on earth was she going to explain her actions? 'I guess I'll worry about that if he's actually still here,' she thought to herself.
She was nervous as she walked into the beautiful lobby of the Hotel Ivy. This place was amazing; and expensive. She asked at the front desk if there was a Cody Runnels still registered. There wasn't. "I', sorry, Miss, but you just missed Mr. Runnels by a few minutes. Are you by any chance Jenna?" the desk clerk asked.
"I am."
"Mr. Runnels left this for you," the desk clerk replied, handing Jenna a manilla envelope. She thanked the clerk and went back out to her. As she made her way threw downtown and back onto the freeway, headed home to St. Louis Park, she kept glancing over at the passenger seat at the envelope Cody had left her. 'Maybe he's finally agreeing with me and those are the signed divorce papers?' she thought to herself. Fat chance.
