Evan was surveying his utterly trashed work area when the unwelcome sound of his boss’s voice filtered in from outside. Laughter. Jason was laughing. That was probably good. Except it meant that Evan’s personal failure to get the remodel done by Christmas would soon be shared with more than just Jason. And Jason, really, would have been more than enough. The beach house’s front door opened. “Oi! Derwent!” Oh, god. Evan turned. “Hey, boss.” “The hell do you call all this?” “Sorry, I meant to get it done, and I thought maybe if I worked all through yesterday, but then