Chapter 6
It had seemed like the Husband Hunters recording was always so far away, Cody thought, and now here it was. Important days had a way of creeping up.
It was a bright Saturday morning in August. Sun streamed in through Cody’s bedroom window, prying his eyelids apart, energizing his body, and making him grateful to be alive. At least he wished that was how he felt. Actually, jitters had prevented him from sleeping much at all the night before. His jitters had affected Ryder, who became restless too, hopping down from the bed to go and sit by the bedroom door, tail thumping on the carpet. Cody would throw a pillow at him. “It’s three o’clock in the morning! It’s too early!” Almost as if he understood the words, Ryder would hop back in bed, turn around a couple of times, and fall ba
