Love Finds You in Camelot, Tennessee Read Online Free Page A

head, remembering her father’s grand scheme for Excalibur Inn. “But this is different, I promise.”
    Gwen smirked. “The only Camelot-themed business that’s ever really worked is my dog-grooming business. Guinevere’s Grooming is doing well, thank you very much.” She looked down her nose at Lucy, who shrugged.
    “Yes. Still, what I’m proposing is altogether different,” Amy explained. “I’m not talking about naming a business after anything in the legend of King Arthur. I think it’s time we link arms and perform the musical Camelot.”
    “Camelot, did you say?” Her father grinned. “Marvelous idea!”
    “Oh, I love musicals,” Caroline added. “Always have.”
    Annabelle clasped her hands together. “What a great idea!”
    “I think I’d like to audition,” Lucy said. “I did a little acting back in high school.”
    “I’d make a mighty fine King Or-a-thur,” Grady Knowles drawled. “My wife—God rest her soul—always called me the king o’ the castle.” He snorted then took a sip from his coffee cup. “Get it? King o’ the castle?”
    A nervous chuckle went up from the crowd. Surely everyone knew that the slow-drawlin’ owner of their local hardware store could never fill the role of the famed king. Not that Amy could really peg any of Camelot’s men for the King Arthur role. Hmm.
    “Where did this idea come from, anyway?” Gwen asked. “Seems a little far-fetched.”
    “Dad and I took a little trip to Pigeon Forge last month to see some of the shows,” Amy explained. “They were wonderful, but once I saw how many people they brought in, the idea took hold. After praying about it, I realized that we could bring in folks too.”
    Her father piped up. “Lotta great country singers in Pigeon Forge. And we went to Dolly’s place too. Even rode the roller coaster.”
    “Yes, we did.” Amy nodded. “The town is a mecca for tourists. I think Camelot can be too, if we play our cards right.”
    “I can’t imagine we would ever be as popular as Pigeon Forge,” Lucy said. “I just love it there. There’s a wonderful outlet mall on the highway leading to Gatlinburg. Why, that’s where I got this shirt.” She turned once again to face Amy’s father, whose gaze darted to the trees outside the window.
    “Oh, speaking of malls, did you see my new outfit?” Annabelle stood and showed off her snug jeans and frilly blouse. “I bought it in Knoxville last week when I went to my Jenny Craig meeting.”
    “Jenny Craig?” Caroline piped up. “I knew it! You’ve lost weight, haven’t you, Annabelle?”
    “You noticed?” Annabelle released a giggle as she tossed her dark-brown curls. “Well, as a matter of fact, I have. Two and a half pounds. Only fifty-seven and a half more to go before I reach my goal.”
    Amy groaned inwardly. How had they transitioned from musicals to weight loss? She cleared her throat. “Attention, everyone.” When they finally stilled, she tried again. “Here’s my point. People pay good money to see those shows. Everyone loves to be entertained.”
    “I know I do.” Blossom nodded. “I can’t wait till Tuesday nights to watch American Idol on TV. I just love it. It’s so entertaining, especially when they have all those big-name stars come on to encourage the kids. I’d pay money to see that. In person, I mean. I can watch it on TV for free, of course. Well, not really free, I guess. I do have to pay for the cable service.” She giggled.
    “American Idol?” Pete asked. “Whatever happened to the great television shows of the past? Dragnet? Mission Impossible? Now those were entertaining.” He and Annabelle began to debate at length and ended up in an argument.
    “If we’re talking true entertainment, there’s nothing like a great book.” Amy’s father rose, cleared his throat, and began to share a story from King Arthur’s legend, his favorite story of all. The story started with the part where Arthur met Guinevere for the first