In the Paths of Righteousness (Psalm 23 Mysteries) by Debbie Viguié Read Free Book Online

house show?”
    “The guy who looks like Malcolm McDowell?”
    “That’s the one.”
    “Doesn’t believe in ghosts at all.”
    “Seriously? I thought I heard somewhere that he’d been communing with them his whole life.”
    “That’s the hype, but it turns out he’s a total skeptic. He finds the investigations completely boring but when the cameras are on he dutifully screams like a little girl.”
    Cindy found herself doubled over with laughter. “That’s hilarious!”
    “I know. I never miss one of his shows. And I never let him forget that he screams like a six year old with pigtails.”
    “Why does he do it?”
    “It’s a long story. I happen to know, though, that he’d like to host a much different show.”
    “And what’s that?”
    “Host a food show. He’s a total foodie. A real gourmet.”
    “Which is why he doesn’t kill you for teasing him.”
    “Exactly.”
    “I’ve never seen a food show on the channel,” she admitted.
    “There are only two. Mine which, of course, is marvelous.”
    “Of course,” Cindy said, not bothering to hide her grin.
    “And the other one.”
    “That doesn’t sound good,” she said.
    He rolled his eyes. “The host, Janine Jefferson, is a junk food junkie. It breaks Malcolm’s heart to watch her every time. If he was ever going to throttle someone at the network, it would be her.”
    “I’m surprised he doesn’t,” Cindy said.
    “Ah, but I have a theory about that. I think he has feelings for her.”
    “So, he’s not conflicted, not at all,” she said sarcastically.
    “That’s us, one big dysfunctional family. We’re the misfits, rejects and psychopaths of the travel industry.”
    “So, which one are you?” she asked before she could stop herself.
    “Misfit. Definitely misfit.”
    “I wonder what Kyle is?” she mused.
    He chuckled. “My dear he is definitely one of the psychopaths. One of these days he’s going to get himself killed.”
    She blanched. It was bad enough that she thought that, but to hear it said by one of his colleagues just freaked her out that much more.
    Brent glanced at her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
    “No, it’s okay,” she said hastily, not wanting to spoil the fun they were having.
    “He’s got a good team of people working with him. They make sure he stays safe. Plus, a lot of the things look a lot more dangerous on television than they actually are.”
    She couldn’t help but think about her own recent accident. How would that look on television? Would it look worse than it had been? Living through it had been bad enough, she wasn’t sure she’d want to watch it when it did air on television.
    “I still can’t believe I let him talk me into this,” she said out loud.
    “He’s got a gift for that,” Brent admitted.
    Lunch arrived and it consisted of sandwiches that people could eat in their saddles if they chose to. After distributing them along with more bottled water Brent settled back down on the seat next to Cindy.
    “It’s a concession,” he admitted. “I didn’t see most of this crew faring too well with some kind of beef jerky.”
    “I know that I, for one, am thrilled to have the roast beef,” she said.
    “Me, too. Dollars to donuts, though, that this never makes it onto television. People will think I starved everyone until dinner. Everything around here is ninety percent perception and ten percent reality.” He actually sounded a little bitter as he said the last.
    Cindy resisted the urge to pat him on the shoulder. “Well, at least I know the truth. And the truth is, this is an amazing sandwich.”
     
    When they finally stopped for the night Mark practically fell off his horse. He was sore in muscles he never knew he had and his backside wasn’t about to forgive him anytime soon. He did his best not to think about the fact that he’d have to do it all over again the next day even as he tried to stay upright on legs that were suddenly incredibly