Chapter 42

“Get that, will ya?” he said to Jesse in a casual voice.

Jesse stepped over the canines once again and took the slices of toast, placing them on a plate sitting next to the appliance. He spread them with butter and set the plate on the table next to the small bowl of strawberry jam. Nick was right behind him with two plates of steaming eggs and sausage.

“Sit,” he commanded with a smile.

The dogs, who had risen as the food hovered just out of reach, obeyed. Jesse obeyed as well, smiling back.

“God, that smells great,” he said rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

Nick sat opposite him. He raised his glass of OJ. “Go, Blue!” he said with a wink.

Jesse raised his glass, “Go…uh…go…” He laughed. “See, I’m so unfootball I don’t even know what my school fight slogan is.” He laughed again.

Nick laughed, too. “Go, Illini!”

“Okay, if you say so. Go, Illini!”

The two clinked their glasses in a toast before beginning to eat.