It’s my last night in New York, and the woman of my dreams is three feet away, expertly twirling a bottle of vodka behind the bar and making the perfect pour. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as Melody, with her enigmatic eyes and a gorgeous smile. All I have to do is introduce myself. And then …I choke. And my chance for something—anything—with her is gone.Months later, I think I’m dreaming when I see her doing bartender tricks here in Vermont. Now all I can think about...