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up a date or two after hours, that happened frequently, much to his and the woman’s mutual pleasure, but never on the clock. Not him. Harley provoked responses he’d prided himself on controlling, which pissed him off even more.
    Harley’s newfound patience apparently ran thin, because she stopped waiting for his response. “We can also do more with our promo. Your coordinator is good—don’t get me wrong—but if we beefed up PR, possibly with a fan event or something, we could generate more buzz and get the crowds in. I’ve looked at the numbers for the concert this week, and they’re not where we could get them with a bit more push.”
    “What’s wrong with the numbers?” Marc had been scheduled to update him this morning, but that meeting was precluded by a trip to the hospital to wait on word about John.
    “Nothing’s wrong with them, per se…” Harley hesitated, catching her pouty lower lip between white teeth in a way his dick definitely noticed. “Look, I’m not gonna diss anyone, but you’ve got the makings of a great string of concerts here: big-name bands, money for a good cause, the holiday season drawing in more people. This should be a sellout no-brainer, but it’s not selling out.”
    “What are the numbers?”
    “About half.”
    Half? “For LA?”
    “Yes.”
    Shit, she was right. They definitely should have higher numbers, not just for the clubs but for their charity. They were obviously missing something.
    “What do you recommend?” he asked warily. As much as he wanted to trust her, he didn’t trust anyone who hadn’t proven themselves. Harley had a long way to go yet.
    Her eyes lit up, and she straightened, hands gesturing as excitement took hold. “I say we expand into an all-day event, maybe noon to midnight. Add in some signings, get local vendors in for food, that kind of thing. Have one concert early in the afternoon with an indie band, an extended session so fans get their money’s worth, then the longer concert in the evening with the mainstream band you’ve booked. Add in a DJ and dancing to give them a taste of what the clubs are all about, and it’s a win-win. We could even host a contest for fans to attend an exclusive get-together with the bands between the two concerts. Your coordinator did all the traditional promo and we do have some live interviews just before each event that we can capitalize on, but music fans…they tend to be young, hip, tech savvy. We could coordinate the contest with Facebook, Twitter, the bands’ Web sites and fan clubs and loops, and we might double our attendance—and the amount of money we can draw in.”
    “But the LA show is less than a week away.”
    Harley ducked her chin in acquiescence. “And we might not see as big a jump there as I’d like, but I still want the chance to try.” Those brilliant green eyes held his, something at once fierce and reluctant shining out of them. Did she hate asking permission as much as he did? Judging by her personality so far, he bet she did. “Please.”
    What was the worst that could happen? They already had a minimum number of seats sold, but he didn’t want to earn a reputation for half-assed shit, either. Damien did know the meaning of the word compromise , though. He straightened. “Okay, let’s do this: add the indie concert to LA along with a contest, something exclusive but small”—he emphasized the word—“and easy to organize. We can do the same in Denver but beef up the prize and do a signing with both bands at some point during the day. We’ll save the all-day idea for here at Thrice. That gives us more time to plan something solid and provides a natural buildup to the final event.” Seeing a satisfied grin start on Harley’s face, he couldn’t help adding, “This all assumes you can get the bands, of course. Can you?”
    “Bet on it,” Harley said, her grin now full-blown.
    Damien grunted. “I just won’t bet the house.” He gestured for her to precede him