15 GRIFFINStanding in front of the architectural firm that could make or break me, I feel lighter than expected. That’s partly because I’m not carrying a thirty-pound massage table in with me and a duffel full of oils, lotions, and towels.
The only trace of my previous job is the faint scent of essential oils on my wrists. The earthy smell of eucalyptus always calms me, whether I’m nervous or just overexcited. This time, I’m more excited than nervous because I actually think I have a good shot at this position.
A month ago, I found the listing on a public forum for architects, and then spent the following nights tailoring my résumé and lining up references. Well, except the night I spent in bed with Layne . . . I wasn’t thinking much about job hunting with her calves slung over my should
