“I wanted Hayden to be comfy. So I had Ethan bring me everything since I hadn’t returned to work yet. Just makes it easier for me to catch up since Ivy’s been so busy making soaps and lotions for me. I wanted to at least get some orders out. Speaking of, thank you so much. You’re a total lifesaver.”

I chuckle. “Oh, I’m not doing this for free. You’re playing my therapist today.”

A sly smile sweeps over her lips as she twists her hair into a high ponytail. Then she arranges items so we can form an assembly line. Something we used to do together before she moved everything into a shed. Now, even though she’s supposed to be on maternity leave for a few more weeks, Harper can’t help herself. Ethan already threw in the hat, knowing it’s a battle he won’t win.

“Did you get any shopping done on Black Friday?” she asks.

“No, I totally forgot. After my Thanksgiving shift, I was so exhausted and slept in the next morning. I did order a few things online, but I still have more to do before Christmas,” I admit.

“Me too. I’ve been so busy it’s completely slipped my mind.”

“Well, you’re a boss bitch and badass mama, so I’m not surprised. Ivy and I are plannin’ a shopping day to catch up soon. You should come with us. Make it a girls’ day!” I suggest.

“I’d love that. I’m sure my mom will watch Hayden while I’m gone and Ethan works.”

“Perfect! As soon as we nail down a date, I’ll let you know,” I tell her.

“Great, and I’ll make sure Ivy has the day off. I selfishly hope she continues working for me after high school.”

I give her a pointed look. “She still has a couple of years to figure all that out. I’ll fully support whatever she wants to do, though.”

“I know you will. She’s just spoiling me by how hard she works,” Harper admits. “However, if I could get you to quit your nursing job and be my partner…”

I shake my head and laugh. “Not happenin’.”

“Not even if you marry a Bishop and move to the ranch?” She waggles her brows.

She packs a box, then slides it toward me. I fill it with crinkle paper, add a thank-you card, then tape it up.

“I’m not even dating a Bishop,” I remind her as I write the order number on the box.

“Not yet,” she clarifies. Before I can respond, Ethan walks in. He takes off his boots and hat, then plops down on the couch.

“Y’all need some more help?” he asks, but I see how tired he is and know he needs a break.

“No, I think we’ve got it,” I tell him.

“We’re good. If Hayden starts crying—”