A racing heartbeak…check.
Heightened senses…check.
Flush of color to the cheeks…check.
A shivery quiver in the pit of the stomach…check.
An intense desire to throw herself into Joe Marchetti's arms…check-check-check-check.
Yep, Nurse Liz Anderson had the classic symptoms of love. Worse, there wasn't any surefire cure. The best she could hope for was to believe her condition was contagious--and that Joe was equally susceptible to her! Hmm, maybe it could be transmitted by kisses…
