Jim, the guy with dreadlocks, stepped forward and shook my hand. “It’s good to see a woman on site, Cammie. How did you get roped into the architecture field? It’s not very glamorous work,” he said with a smile. “It was actually through a friend of my older sister.” I cleared my throat. “He was, uh, he was in graduate school for architecture when I firstmet him and I overheard him talking about his job. His passion was impossible to ignore.” I purposely stared anywhere except at Grayson. “And, um, yeah. Just hearing him talk about architecture is what made me fall in love.”