A racing heartbeakcheck.
Flush of color to the cheekscheck.
A shivery quiver in the pit of the stomachcheck.
An intense desire to throw herself into Joe Marchetti's armscheck-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