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  Elizabeth: I want pancakes. Please. Pretty please with sugar on top. Oh, definitely extra powdered sugar on them too. I’d love you forever and ever.

  Ethan: You already offered that the last time you begged for something. Plus, some of us actually have to work today.

  Elizabeth: I work too, brother. But I‘m all the way in town, and the B&B is like right next to you. And your niece really, really wants them. She’s told me as much with her urgent kicks this morning. Kick-kick. *Pan-cakes.*

  I snort at the eager way she’s trying to talk me into this. Elle found out she was pregnant six months ago, and she’s used it to get whatever she wants since. You never tell a pregnant woman no, especially Elle. Her hormones will verbally attack me without apology.

  Ethan: I’m sure she did. Or maybe she’s telling you she needs more room in there.

  Elizabeth: Are you calling me fat?!

  Ethan: I’d never.

  Elizabeth: Did Maize make the blueberry and strawberry pancakes?

  Maize is our cousin and the head chef at the family’s bed and breakfast. It’s located on the ranch, which means it can be flooded with Bishops at any given time of the day. Her food is iconic in the area, and she’s never served a bad meal.

  Ethan: Not sure. I haven’t been down there yet. Had an escapee to deal with after the sun rose. Also, I’m not driving fifteen minutes one way just to bring you pancakes. Where’s Connor? Make your hubs do it.

  Elizabeth: He’s on an emergency call. I’ll take some blueberry muffins and sausage links too. Pleaseeeeee!

  Now that Elle lives with her husband and stepdaughter, they’re closer to downtown than the ranch. Connor’s a vet like Elle and owns the only animal clinic in a fifty-mile radius, so his schedule is jam-packed. After she graduated from vet school, they became partners before falling in love and getting married.

  Knowing I need to grab some things from the store anyway, I give in.

  Elizabeth: Your niece is begging with little kicks. If she doesn’t get them soon, she’ll bruise my ribs!

  Ethan: Okay! Okay! Fine. But don’t make this a habit. I’m only doing it one time.

  Though I’m scolding her, she knows I’m only messing around.

  Elizabeth: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, LITTLE BROTHER!

  Ethan: You better!

  I shove my phone back in my pocket, then tell Payton I’ll be back within the hour and to send a text if he needs anything. He gives me a nod, and I make my way to the truck, then drive to the B&B.

  As soon as I enter, the sweet smells of sugary bread and greasy bacon fill my nose. Considering I didn’t get a chance to eat this morning due to my runaway, I decide to get something too.

  Grabbing a to-go box, I pile pancakes inside, but they hardly fit, so I have to get two more since Elle wanted sausage links too.

  “Damn, feedin’ a family?” someone asks from behind. I turn and see Grayson wearing a smirk.

  “Basically. Elle roped me into delivering her food. When I was in college, people paid good money for this kind of service.”

  Grayson laughs. “You’re the dumbass who agreed.”

  “She used the pregnancy guilt trip again. What was I supposed to say, no? She’d probably go tattle or somethin’. The last thing I need is Grandma Bishop on my ass for not being a good brother.”

  He picks up a plate and piles on food as I snag a biscuit and throw some bacon and scrambled eggs on the side. Quickly, I sit at a table and eat my makeshift breakfast sandwich in five big bites.

  Riley and Diesel walk in, hooting and hollering about something. Riley’s my older cousin and Diesel’s his best friend who manages the cattle operation. Though they’re both married with kids, they’re still rowdy and like to have a good time. As their voices grow louder, I see my uncle John, who runs the B&B, wearing a scowl as he rounds the corner and moves toward them.

  “It’s too damn early for all of that. Quiet down, some of the guests are still sleeping,” he scolds, lowering his voice to a hushed tone but still loud enough for us to overhear.

  Gavin, Maize’s husband, stands behind them and shakes his head. Diesel and Riley get into a whisper-shout argument just as Knox and Kane rush through the door and push past them, snatching up plates and loading them with food like a fire was lit under their asses.

  “You can’t cut!” Riley exclaims after Uncle John leaves.

  “I can do what I want,” Knox tells him as he snatches a honey butter biscuit from Riley’s plate and shoves the whole thing in his mouth.

  “You’re gonna choke actin’ like a fool,” Gavin says. He’s at least a decade older than all of us and is usually the voice of reason that no one listens to.

  “Maybe he should,” I add just as the group of them joins my table.

  “Where you goin’ with all that food?” Kane asks.

  “Elle—”

  He holds up his hand, grinning. “Say no more.”

  After I’ve eaten another breakfast sandwich, I stuff Elle’s boxes in a bag.

  Diesel and Riley continue their bickering like an old married couple as the twins chat with Grayson about some party this weekend.

  I check the time, knowing I’ve been here too long. “I need to get goin’. I’ll see y’all later.”

  Before they get too rowdy, I wave goodbye to Uncle John, then leave with the extra food.

  As soon as I pull into Elle’s driveway, she immediately opens the door like she hasn’t eaten in weeks. She’s wearing hot pink slippers with a matching robe and headband.

  “Oh my God, thank you,” she says as soon as I make my way to her porch. “You wanna come in?”

  “I probably shouldn’t,” I barely get out as Olivia runs past her.

  “Ethan!” she yells. She’s eight and full of spunk and personality. Though she’s Connor’s child from his previous marriage, we treat her as if she’s always been a part of the family.

  “Hey, Ollie Bear.”

  She smacks me at the nickname.

  “I hope you brought enough for both of us,” Elle says, and I hand her the bag that’s stuffed full.

  “Enough to feed a small army. There’s a ridiculous number of pancakes and sausage patties. Don’t worry, I didn’t forget anything.”

  “Maize’s muffins?” Olivia asks, her whole face lighting up with excitement.

  Elle nods. “Our little secret. Can’t tell your daddy I fed you sugar for breakfast.”

  With a snicker, Olivia pretends to zip her lips. Elle takes a step forward and gives me a side hug. “Thank you again.”

  “You’re welcome. Enjoy!”

  We say our goodbyes, and I make my way to my truck. Before going back to the ranch, I stop by the store and pick up the things my mom had asked me to get.

  Since I’m single and my parents are doctors who work long shifts, I still live at home. Due to their hectic schedules, I go to the grocery store and do the shopping so my mom doesn’t have to be burdened with it after a long day. This trip is mostly for the essentials—milk, bread, eggs, and coffee. I make a quick stop inside, then unload everything off at the house before returning to the goats.

  Living on the ranch is convenient for us who work here. All the Bishops built their houses on the land, and one day, I will too.

  Once I’m back in my office, the rest of the day flies by without any more mishaps. Just as I’m making another round through the barn, I get a text message from Harper and immediately smile. We usually chat throughout the day, but right now, she’s traveling to a small business conference in Dallas.

  Harper: We made it safely!

  Ethan: Awesome! Have fun!

  Harper: Oh yeah, totally.

  She sends me an eye roll emoji, and I laugh before going back to the task at hand. I stay until the evening feeding and milking is over, then head home. It’s been a long day, and I’m exhausted.

  It’s Saturday morning, and I stop by the B&B before heading to the office. I fill up on bacon and eggs, then make my way to the barn to see h
ow much milk we have in stock. Some locals have expressed interest in buying at wholesale, but I don’t want to promise something we don’t have since we have other businesses that pre-order certain amounts each month.

  While I go through our current inventory, the goats are in the process of being fed and milked. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I check the time. It’s barely past eight.

  Harper: I am already NOT having a good time. Just kill me.

  I snort because while she doesn’t like going, she always comes home with a lot of helpful information for the boutique.

  Ethan: Don’t worry, you’ll be home tomorrow.

  Harper: Well, it can’t come soon enough. I’ll have to tell you about what was said this time. Ugh. I haven’t had nearly enough coffee to deal with this bullshit.

  Some snobby members of the organization always give Harper shit or make her feel uncomfortable. She’s usually introverted in public settings, so it makes it even more difficult for her when she’s around a large crowd.

  Ethan: Sorry! I wish you were home too. Apparently, there’s a few new Netflix original series we need to catch up on.

  Harper: OMG! Don’t you dare start anything without me.

  I chuckle to myself because this is what we do since there’s not much entertainment in Eldorado. We spend most of our free time binging TV series and watching movies. We have since we were in high school, then continued the tradition all through college.

  Ethan: I’d never Netflix cheat! But yeah, hurry your ass home.

  Harper: Deal!

  Since graduating from college four years ago, Harper and I have only grown closer. I don’t go a day without talking or seeing her unless she’s traveling for work, and I like it that way.

  A year after I opened the goat farm, Big Hart Boutique became a goat milk wholesaler, and Harper has spent countless hours perfecting soaps, lotions, creams, and other beauty products. She’s been so successful, and now it’s her full-time job. She sells her products at the family’s storefront, but the majority of her sales come from online customers.

  Hours pass, and when I realize it’s nearly three in the afternoon, I text Harper again to make sure she hasn’t murdered anyone yet.

  Ethan: I’m proud of you for sticking it out.

  Harper: Thank you. Only one more presentation, then I’m going to my room and hiding out until we leave.

  Ethan: What time will you be home?

  Harper: Probably around three. Mom wants to eat breakfast before we go.

  Ethan: Sounds good. So I’ll see you tomorrow night?

  Harper: Come hell or high water.

  Ethan: That’s what I like to hear. If you’re bored later, text me!

  Harper: I will :)

  I finish up some last-minute things before calling it a day. The only person on my mind as I head home is Harper. Though we’re single, we’re also content with how things are between us. She’s the only woman I’ve ever really loved, though I’m too stubborn to admit it to her or make a move. The timing still isn’t right. However, I’m not sure it’ll ever be.

  She’s busy building her boutique’s online empire, and I’m expanding the goat operation the best I can. We’re both focusing on work and spending time together when we can. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about things changing between us, and I’m still holding out hope that one day she’ll be mine.

  Chapter Two

  HARPER

  After I text Ethan, I feel better. Knowing there’s only one more presentation left and I’ll be home tomorrow calmed me down. I’ve learned a few new things today and feel inspired to get back to work, but being here hasn’t been rainbows and sunshine. When I joined the Texas Small Business Association, which was founded to help small local businesses, I was so excited. I’ve made connections I wouldn’t have otherwise and gained a new perspective on profit margins and losses.

  While I enjoy going most of the time, sometimes I don’t. Especially when I have to be around and talk to my main competitor in the goat soap business—Shayla Kenzington. Her mother Charlene is the president of TSBA, and it’s why Shayla thinks she’s the queen bee know-it-all. Charlene is just as uppity and full of herself. Basically, the fruit didn’t fall too far from the tree.

  Every quarter, the association hosts a large conference with industry leaders to help its members gain insight into strategic marketing and growing their customer base. It’s a huge deal since the most successful business owners always attend, and the speakers are typically brilliant. Since we’re allowed to bring a guest, I invited my mom this time. She enjoys it almost more than me, but since she’s usually working at the boutique on the weekends, she hasn’t joined me in a while. But this weekend, Hadleigh is covering for her since she’s not scheduled at the hospital.

  The five-hour drive wasn’t bad and went by fast since I had someone to talk to this time. We discussed introducing new products and expanding the boutique even further. It was a productive chat.

  After the last speaker makes her closing remarks and we’re dismissed, Mom and I stand. Right now, I need a gigantic cup of coffee because my eyes feel like they’ve settled in the back of my head. I honestly don’t know why they asked Jackie Tillerman to discuss growing your social media presence because she bought most of her followers. Regardless of that fact, she still acted like an expert. Everything she said went in one ear and out the other because I know she grew her T-shirt business with several shady tactics.

  I’d rather have fewer real, genuine followers and keep my reputation.

  Once we’re in the hallway, Mom and I find our way to the coffee bar. Even though it’s the middle of June, they’ve kept it fifty degrees in the conference rooms, so the hot liquid warms me.

  “Oh hey, Harper. Almost didn’t recognize you in that dress,” Shayla says as her mother follows.

  I force a polite smile, though I really want to punch her in the face. “Hey! How are you?”

  She flips her platinum blond hair, purposely flashing the gigantic engagement ring her boyfriend put on her finger a few weeks ago. I saw it on Facebook but ignored the post like it didn’t happen. Now, she’s testing me, seeing if I’ll mention it, but I don’t take the bait. I couldn’t care less about her life. Her only goal is to sell her fake filtered lifestyle to her followers with a perfectly presented aesthetic. She’s the definition of toxic positivity, but I don’t buy any of it for a second.

  “Did you hear Shayla got engaged?” Charlene mentions since I didn’t.

  “Congratulations,” Mom says, not realizing this conversation is making me want to crawl into a hole.

  “Thank you. Isn’t it stunning?” Shayla happily holds out her hand, practically shoving the rock in my face.

  My mom is overly polite and gives frivolous compliments that make me cringe, but I keep the small smile planted on my face. “Yep, it’s gorgeous.”

  “Leon proposed at the lake. It was so romantic,” she offers, though I’ve already read all about it and even saw the stupid video she posted. It looked staged, and it might’ve been, considering they’ve only been dating for a year. Any time they’re together at these meetings, Shayla’s treated him like an intern. Even made him hold her oversized Louis Vuitton that cost thousands and snapped at him to get her a skinny latte. What’s even more annoying is how she calls him Leon even though he’s introduced himself to me at least a few times as Leonard.

  Charlene straightens her stance. “It was such a beautiful day. I think they’re planning a spring wedding. Aren’t you, dear?”

  “Yes.” Shayla flashes her overly bright white veneers. “The plan is to be pregnant by next summer. Now that the business has consistently made over six figures, and we’re hovering close to the seven-figure mark, I think it’s time.”

  “Plus, you’re not gettin’ any younger. If you want three kids, y’all better start right away,” Charlene adds, then glances at me.

  “See, Harper,” Mom butts in. “You could be just like Shayla in a few years.�
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  I almost die inside but keep my grin planted. Mom thinks Shayla and I are friends, but we’re more rivals than anything. We offer similar products in our online shops, but she’s constantly one-upping me as if we’re competing for the top spot.

  “One day. I’d rather focus on growing the business at the moment. I have goals that don’t involve marriage and babies right now,” I add, and the daggers Shayla throws my way make me mentally high-five myself.

  “That’s probably a good idea for you,” she offers with a smug expression. Shayla glances back at her ring, then checks her phone. “Anyway. It was so good seeing you, Harper. I’m sure we’ll run into each other online soon.”

  “Yep, I’m sure we will,” I grind out between my teeth. Shayla turns on her heels and storms away, and I finally release a breath. I don’t know why I care what she thinks or why I feel the need to have to prove myself every time she’s around. I’m annoyed.