Sex on Flamingo Beach by Marcia King-Gamble Page A

different from the mayor’s, no pretensions or posturing. She had no issue getting into people’s faces and calling it the way she saw it. She would be a good ally to have.
    Back in her office, Emilie picked up the phone again. Tre Monroe, aka D’dawg, picked up on the third ring.
    â€œHow would you feel about having me on your show?” Emilie asked.
    â€œWhat would be the topic?”
    â€œAre the changes to Flamingo Beach a bad thing? Something like that?”
    â€œHmm. Go on.” Tre gave her no indication as to whether he knew where this was leading.
    â€œWell, I was thinking you could put together a panel. If you got Keith Lightfoot representing the casino, Miriam Young, the former mayoral candidate, me from the resort and Larry Moorehouse, who started the jam sessions, you’d have different perspectives and we’d get people engaged.”
    â€œI know Larry well,” Tre interrupted. “He keeps pushing CDs on me. He always wants me to listen to some new artist he discovered, hoping I’ll give them airtime.”
    â€œMaybe the panel could get things jumping by talking about the positives and negatives of new business coming to Flamingo Beach.”
    â€œI’d mix it up a bit and substitute Rowan James for Keith Lightfoot. He’d be a better person to answer questions about the casino and mall. And since he’s the outsider he’s more suspect.”
    â€œYou know best. You’re the expert.”
    Why did Rowan’s name always have to come up? Tre did have a good point though. The construction of a megamall had been a hot topic and the towns-people had been up in arms, claiming it would take away from the town’s charm and ruin the vacation experience. Rowan would be able to speak to both the issues surrounding the casino and mall.
    â€œI met with Isabella Fuentes from the chamber of commerce earlier,” Emilie said, changing the topic. “She thinks I should get Larry Moorehouse’s take on moving the jam to the Flamingo Beach Spa and Resort.”
    â€œIt wouldn’t hurt. Like I said, Larry is all about promoting himself and his buddies. Did you talk to Rowan about getting Twenty Cents and Ice Cube aboard?”
    â€œYes, I’ve spoken with him.”
    She didn’t elaborate. Tre didn’t need to know that Rowan’s help was conditional, and that he was proposing bringing his buddies on board in exchange for her spending the weekend with him. She would have to get back to Rowan, especially since she’d already put it out there that the two rap stars would be celebrity judges. If the town council and Larry Moorehouse bit, she’d have to produce the two rap artists.
    Emilie hated being in the position of having to owe Rowan anything. There had to be some other way.
    â€œSo do we have a show or what?” she asked Tre.
    â€œI think we have some possibilities. I’ll put it out there during tonight’s broadcast and ask the audience to hit me up. I’ll issue a challenge and see who responds.”
    â€œOkay, now how do I reach Larry?”
    Tre gave her the man’s information, and after they hung up, Emilie took a deep breath and punched in Rowan’s cell phone number. He’d insisted that she have it. She counted the rings hoping to leave a message.
    â€œHey, babe. What’s up?” he asked seconds before voice mail clicked in.
    With caller ID no one was anonymous these days.
    â€œIs your offer to take me away for the weekend still good?” Emilie asked, injecting enthusiasm into her voice.
    â€œYou know it is.”
    â€œWhat dates are we talking about?”
    â€œNext weekend. We’d leave for Harbour Island on Friday and return on Tuesday. Can you get the time off?”
    â€œI’m owed time. How are we getting there?”
    â€œMy client has a private plane. He’ll fly us into Eleuthera and then his boat will take us from there.”
    Emilie