Love Finds You in Camelot, Tennessee Read Online Free

city council—mostly business people, of course. Well, all but her dad and Caroline, who had both recently retired.
    Amy smiled as Blossom Dale, an over-the-top stylist from Such a Tease! salon, entered the room, her hair styled high and firmly cemented in place with spray. And glitter. Interesting look for a forty-something.
    Next came Annabelle Baker, a chubby but bubbly clerk from the local Sack ’n Save grocery store. The fun-loving twenty-something was followed by Chuck Manly, the town’s only butcher. Amy had it on good authority that Annabelle and Chuck were sweet on each other, but neither appeared to be ready to admit it, at least not publicly.
    Hmm. Seemed to be an epidemic of that in Camelot. How many months had Amy secretly longed to tell Steve that her heart went into overdrive each time she saw him? And yet, she could not. Something stopped her every time. Fear, perhaps? The potential loss of their friendship?
    She watched as the man who captivated her thoughts rose to greet the council members. Though she’d tried not to notice his handsomeness tonight, she could not avoid it. That gorgeous dark hair. Those amazing blue eyes. His five-o’clock shadow, beautifully placed over a perfectly sculpted jawline. Dimples that teased her every time he smiled. That great blue button-up shirt over his broad-shouldered physique. Perfectly fitted jeans.
    Man. She’d never get through the evening if she didn’t focus on the reason for tonight’s meeting. Thankfully, Steve opened the meeting in prayer. Something about a handsome man lifting up his voice in prayer did her in every time. It might not be the way folks did it in other places, but here in Camelot, every meeting started with an invitation for the Lord to join them. He finished and then introduced Amy, who rose and approached the front of the room. She whispered a quick “Lord help me!” before facing her fellow townspeople to lay out her plan.

Chapter Three

    Acting is a question of absorbing other people’s personalities and adding some of your own experience.
    P AUL N EWMAN
    Amy had no sooner opened her mouth to share her plan than a grunt at the door shifted the attention of all in attendance. She groaned inwardly as her gaze fell on her father’s best friend, Sarge Brenner.
    “Woulda been here sooner, but my rheumatiz’s been givin’ me fits.” Sarge rubbed his hip joints and eased his way into a chair. “Feel like I’ve been run over with an army tank.”
    This, of course, led to a story about his days serving in Vietnam. On and on he went, talking about how he’d hid out for weeks in a swamp, finally contracting a strange and exotic illness, before a young American private had happened by and come to his rescue.
    Amy didn’t want to hurt Sarge’s feelings but knew she had to keep everyone focused. After getting their attention, she laid out her plan in three simple sentences. “Folks, I think it’s high time we brought in some money so that the town of Camelot can get back on its feet. We need to take advantage of our name, do something we’ve never done before.”
    “We’ve tried for years to draw people in by using the Camelot name as a hook,” Pete said. “Nothing has worked. You saw what happened to Lance’s Used Car Lot. Didn’t last three months before Lance closed up shop and moved to Knoxville.”
    “He’s right,” Lucy interjected. “None of our Camelot-themed businesses have succeeded. Remember that trailer park on the outskirts of town called King Arthur’s Court? It was condemned by the county years ago.”
    “And the hotel,” Woody said, giving Amy a pensive look. “Your dad drew up plans for an over-the-top castle-themed hotel but never came up with the funding.”
    “Hey, now,” her father interjected as he swallowed another cookie from the tray in front of Pastor Crane. “That hotel was a great idea.”
    “I always thought it was a lovely plan,” Caroline added.
    “Yes, I remember.” Amy shook her