What do you do when the woman of your dreams walks into your bar looking for your best friend?

Tapper

I've quit looking for the right woman. Maybe I'm just picky. After my stint in the military, it was easier to run the family pub I inherited from Pops. It keeps me busy and a lot of women don't understand the hours. Until she walks in on St. Patrick's Day. Suddenly all the stars aligned and I know she's the one I've been waiting for.

Maeve

For years New York City was my dream. When my twin sister left Ireland to go instead, my heart was crushed. Pa had just died and I couldn't leave mum to run the tavern alone. I barely got away for this visit to do some research. A couple of weeks, a little break, that's all I'm asking for. Maybe then I can go back and be what mum wants me to be. Until the hottest guy I've ever met offers to show me the real New York City and my heart is lost.

Will a family secret tear everything apart?