Chapter 12
Rylan looked up from his breakfast when Brett walked into his room and stopped in the middle, paper coffee cup in one hand.
“Holy crap.” He sipped his coffee and turned a slow circle, looking all around the room. Every empty surface was covered with cards of all sizes, some with photographs.
“They keep coming,” Rylan said. He picked up the mug on his breakfast tray and looked inside then set it down with a clunk.
Brett glanced sideways and arched an eyebrow. “What? The last one I brought for you got tossed onto the floor.” He walked along the windowsill and plucked up one card after another. “Scott Hamilton, Katarina Witt, Evgeni Plushenko, Todd Eldredge, Kim Yuna, the front office staff from Ice Skate America.” Moving along to a three-foot card in the shape of Mickey Mouse,
