Chapter 6The breakfast was a lot more fun than he thought it was going to be. Tickets had been few, thirty in total, with ten people each sitting at his, Holly’s, and Jay’s tables. On the way down, Ryan had told him the tickets sold out within ninety seconds of going on sale, which was crazy if Johnny thought about it too much. He’d expected an hour like the cocktail party, minus the relief of alcohol, but what he got was an eclectic group of women, simply excited to be there and genuinely interested in what he had to say in between bites of his blueberry pancakes.
The only downside was that Ryan couldn’t eat with them. He’d been on the waiting list, he’d said, in case someone couldn’t make it, and there wasn’t room for any of the PAs at the actual tables. Instead, June had them eating to
