Chapter 38

Joe scored thirty-two points.

Twelve rebounds.

Six assists.

Three steals.

I was starstruck—and ashamed I didn’t have a Jensen jersey to wear myself. As the last buzzer signaled the end of the game, I was tempted to ask that lady where she’d gotten hers made.

“Fun, huh?” Cora’s eyes were invigorated, but it could’ve had something to do with her spending the last two hours holding Kirk’s hand.

I nodded. “Yeah. Is it always...