Kennedy’s eyes go wide. “He’s amazing. Every time we play against him, I’m shocked by how good he is already.” “Okay.” Isaiah holds his hands out to stop her. “He’s not that great, Ken.” “I don’t know,” she teases. “He’s pretty great.” Isaiah takes her left hand and places it flat on the table. “Okay, just making sure it’s still there.” She laughs. “I haven’t taken off my wedding ring in three years, you caveman. Still your wife. Still fully obsessed with you.”
