hookers.â
âWhat about organized crime? And money laundering? Build a casino and that comes with the territory,â someone else shouted out.
âDonât be ridiculous,â Stephen Priddy shouted back. âThe money a casino will bring to this town will more than make up for the occasional drug bust or mugging. You people are being shortsighted.â
It was definitely the wrong thing to say. The reporters had a field day with Stephen while the mayor sat silent. It was left up to Keith and Rowan to bail him out and try to convince the media it wasnât just about money.
And even when the press conference ended, Rowan knew their would be a backlash from Stephenâs unfortunate choice of words.
âYour manâs on the news,â Zoe shouted from the outer office, her eyes glued to the small television that sat on the shelf directly in front of her desk. âHe doesnât look happy.â
âWhat man?â Emilie shouted back.
âThat hot developer, Rowan James. The one building the mall and now the casino.â
Curiosity more than anything else forced Emilie to stop in the middle of sending an e-mail to the business development team. She stepped out of her office to find Zoeâs eyes glued to the television set.
âSuch drama,â her assistant said, one finger twisting a cranberry-tipped dreadlock. âAnd hereâs our lovely mayor puffed up like a Thanksgiving turkey while those guys take the heat.â
âWhat did I miss so far?â
Zoe filled her in, her comments about the mayor getting uglier by the moment. She definitely wasnât a fan of his.
âIâd much rather be watching my favorite soap opera than this,â she groused. âTheyâve been going on and on about how good the casino will be for this town. Money is going into someoneâs pocket.â
âIâm sure,â Emilie said dryly, âNo oneâs talking about the tax abatements these guys will get to make it happen. Turn up the volume, please.â
Emilie listened to the reporters go at it. The camera panned to Mayor Rabinowitzâs constipated face as he expertly deferred all the difficult questions to Rowan and Keith Lightfoot. The reporters were mercilessly pelting question after question at them.
She was pleased to note Rowan handled himself with aplomb. He answered the most difficult questions with a forthrightness that surprised even her, speaking in simple terms so that the average layperson got it. Instead of revenue, which sheâd thought a man in his position would be espousing, he talked about showcasing the town, improving property and revitalizing business while at the same time preserving the environment.
Finally it was over. A reporter wrapped up the broadcast by saying, âWill the Seminole-Landsdale partnership be good for the town of Flamingo Beach? Only time will tell.â
âWhat do you think?â Zoe asked, her eyes again glued to the monitor and her soap opera that had come back on. âWill building a casino be good for this town?â
âYouâre asking the wrong person,â Emilie answered, retreating back to her office. âWhen I hear about a casino all I think about is competition. Iâm going to try to get some work done. My next meeting isnât for another couple of hours. If someone from the Chronicle calls put them through, anyone else take a message.â
Emilie shut her door. She needed a moment of quiet. Sheâd been trying not to think about Rowan, but for one reason or another he kept popping into her head. And now seeing him on television made her realize how much heâd gotten under her skin.
She still blushed thinking how sheâd raced from his truck the other night and headed for her apartment. She couldnât let temptation get in the way and sleep with him again. This unwanted attraction called for drastic measures. She needed to get involved with someone