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...