Cactus Rose — Margaret Dobson

"Come, I need you!" he had cabled, and she hadn't hesitated. But what could Fletcher Robbins need? He was as big and tough as all Texas!

And how could Casey hide her shock and pain when she arrived to find him involved with a beautiful blond clinging vine? Hadn't he always considered feelings a sign of weakness? Hadn't their marriage taught Casey to hide hers behind a bristly facade? She had become even tougher, more independent, since the divorce, but one look into Fletcher's steely gray eyes warned that explosive emotions were seething just beneath the surface. The passion was still there, hot and volatile as a desert wind caressing the harsh spikes of the lonely cactus until it ached to burst into rapturous flower.