Across from him, Gerard nodded, rubbing a hand over his trim beard. “And I thought watching the royales was stressful.” “How would you know?” Foster snorted, probing the reopened injury in his right side. Luckily the pressure of his topsuit had already stopped the bleeding. “You were never a fan.” “And that’s why,” Gerard replied with a dry laugh. “I couldn’t even watch them without my hands starting to sweat.”
