Immune to Love

He was in her blood Charlotte wanted Curtis Maxwell. It was no use remembering that she'd been content before she met him, that she'd thought herself a career girl, that she hadn't needed men. Belatedly, she realized she'd fallen in love with Curtis the very first time they'd met, even though he'd been rude to her. What did it matter, where or when? The damage was done. Curtis had changed her irrevocably. She knew she'd never forget him--or his attempt at goodbye. "Our love can't be," he told her--as if his saying so could change things.. . .