Shane hefted another sheet of drywall and screwed it in place. He’d worked all day Saturday and into Sunday afternoon, so most of the drywall in the apartment was hung. A couple of guys from work helped him for a few hours on Saturday. Knowing they were working above a bar acted as an incentive, because Shane bought them plenty to drink when they called it a night.
Ryan had gotten the radiators working and now the temperature in his place ran the other extreme. Sweat snaked down his back and dripped off his face. The damn things couldn’t be regulated, and he didn’t have the time or inclination to determine which ones to turn off to make himself more comfortable. Instead, he’d been walking around in nothing but his boxers except when he was working.
He looked at the time and wondered how
