Chapter 66

“Wow, you did some updating and redecorating since I was here last.” Rylan stopped inside the kitchenand leaned against the heavy, wooden table. “I like.”

Brett chuckled. “With Mom and Dad gone and Celia on the road when I retired and started living here, the 1970s stuff had to go. It was sort of my pet project to keep me busy at first. The funny thing was, I spent a long time dreaming about having free time and when I had it I had no clue what to do with it.”

“Is that why you got into the restaurants?” Rylan asked.

“Partially. I also started doing some volunteer coaching with some inner-city kids.”

“Don’t you work with the hockey players here, too?”

“Yeah.” Brett nodded. “But not every kid who wants this sort of training can afford it. You and I were lucky, we had people to bankroll our dreams. Even if a profession on the ice was expected of me.”

“It’s just us here, in the house?” Rylan asked, leaning to the side, and peering through the door to the dining room.