Yours and Mine and Hers for the Summer

Praise for #1 New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber“It’s impossible not to cheer for [Debbie] Macomber’s characters.... When it comes to creating a special place and memorable, honorable characters, nobody does it better than Macomber.”—BookPage on Twenty Wishes“Popular romance author Debbie Macomber has a gift for evoking the emotions that are at the heart of the genre’s popularity.”—Publishers Weekly“Macomber is a master storyteller.”—RT Book ReviewsPraise for Publishers Weekly bestselling author Jill Kemerer“A soft, sweet romance that just captured my heart and didn’t let go...if you enjoy a tender romance story, this is perfect for you!”—She Just Loves Books on Her Cowboy Till Christmas“Watching the walls fall down around both Nicole and Judd’s heart was wonderful, sweetly perfect, and just in time for Christmas!... Kemerer brings so many things into play with The Cowboy’s Christmas Blessings; faith, love, hope, forgiveness, second chances, healing, the strength of friends and community, and a tender story to stir your heart!”—Inkwell Inspirations #1 New York Times Bestselling AuthorDebbie MacomberYours and Mine Table of ContentsYours and Mine by Debbie MacomberHers for the Summer by Jill KemererExcerpt from The Cowboy’s Little Secret by Jill Kemerer Debbie MacomberYours and Mine Debbie Macomber is a #1 New York Times bestselling author and a leading voice in women’s fiction worldwide. Her work has appeared on every major bestseller list, with more than a hundred and seventy million copies in print, and she is a multiple award-winner. The Hallmark Channel based a television series on Debbie’s popular Cedar Cove books. For more information, visit her website, debbiemacomber.com.Books by Debbie MacomberMIRABlossom StreetThe Shop on Blossom StreetA Good YarnSusannah’s GardenBack on Blossom StreetTwenty WishesSummer on Blossom StreetCedar Cove16 Lighthouse Road204 Rosewood Lane311 Pelican Court44 Cranberry Point50 Harbor Street6 Rainier DriveVisit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles. For Simone Hartman, the sixteen-year-old German girl who came to live with us to learn about America. Instead, she taught us about love, friendship, Wiener schnitzel and fun, German-style. We love you, Simone! ContentsChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenChapter TwelveChapter ThirteenChapter FourteenChapter Fifteen Chapter One“Mom, I forgot to tell you, I need two dozen cupcakes for tomorrow morning.”Joanna Parsons reluctantly opened her eyes and lifted her head from the soft feather pillow, squinting at the illuminated dial of her clock radio. “Kristen, it’s after eleven.”“I know, Mom, I’m sorry. But I’ve got to bring cupcakes.”“No, you don’t,” Joanna said hopefully. “There’s a package of Oreos on the top shelf of the cupboard. You can take those.”“Oreos! You’ve been hiding Oreos from me again! Just what kind of mother are you?”“I was saving them for an emergency—like this.”“It won’t work.” Crossing her arms over her still-flat chest, eleven-year-old Kristen sat on the edge of the mattress and heaved a loud, discouraged sigh.“Why not?”“It’s got to be cupcakes, home-baked chocolate ones.”“That’s unfortunate, since you seem to have forgotten to mention the fact earlier. And now it’s about four hours too late for baking anything. Including chocolate cupcakes.” Joanna tried to be fair with Kristen, but being a single parent wasn’t easy.“Mom, I know I forgot,” Kristen cried, her young voice rising in panic, “but I’ve got to bring cupcakes to class tomorrow. It’s important! Really important!”“Convince me.” Joanna used the phrase often. She didn’t want to seem unyielding and hard-nosed. After all, she’d probably forgotten a few important things in her thirty-odd years, too.“It’s Mrs. Eagleton’s last day as our teacher—remember I told you her husband got transferred and she’s moving to Denver? Everyone in the whole class hates to see her go, so we’re throwing a party.”“Who’s we?”“Nicole and me,” Kristen answered quickly. “Nicole’s bringing the napkins, cups and punch, and I’m supposed to bring homemade cupcakes. Chocolate cupcakes. Mom, I’ve just got to. Nicole would never forgive me if I did something stupid like bring store-bought cookies for a teacher as wonderful as Mrs. Eagleton.”Kristen had met Nicole almost five months before at the beginning of the school year, and the two girls had been as thick as gnats in August from that time on. “Shouldn’t the room mother be organizing this party?” That made sense to Joanna; surely there was an adult who would be willing to help.“We don’t have one this year. Everyone’s mother is either too busy or working.”Joanna sighed. Oh, great, she was going to end up baking cupcakes until the wee hours of the morning. “All right,” she muttered, giving in to her daughter’s pleading. Mrs. Eagleton was a wonderful teacher, and Joanna was as sorry as Kristen to see her leave.“We just couldn’t let Mrs. Eagleton move to Denver without doing something really nice for her,” Kristen pressed.Although Joanna agreed, she felt that Oreos or Fig Newtons should be considered special enough, since it was already after eleven. But Kristen obviously had her heart set on home-baked cupcakes.“Mom?”Even in the muted light, Joanna recognized the plea in her daughter’s dark brown eyes. She looked so much like Davey that a twinge of anguish worked its way through Joanna’s heart. They’d been divorced six years now, but the pain of that failure had yet to fade. Sometimes, at odd moments like these, she still recalled how good it had felt to be in his arms and how much she’d once loved him. Mostly, though, Joanna remembered how naive she’d been to trust him so completely. But she’d come a long way in the six years since her divorce. She’d gained a new measure of independence and self-respect, forging a career for herself at Columbia Basin Savings and Loan. And now she was close to achieving her goal of becoming the first female senior loan officer.“All right, honey.” Joanna sighed, dragging her thoughts back to her daughter. “I’ll bake the cupcakes. Only next time, please let me know before we go to bed, okay?”Kristen’s shoulders slumped in relief. “I owe you one, Mom.”Joanna resisted the urge to remind her daughter that the score was a lot higher than one. Tossing aside the thick