Dear Ida, Never in a million years did I think I'd turn to an advice column for help, but I'm stuck. Moving to New York is my dream come true, but the big city is a tough place to navigate for a small-town, southern girl like me. Luckily, fate sent me my very own knight in shining armor. Only Whitaker Aldrich didn't ride in on his white steed to save me. He picked me up on his Harley Davidson, wearing a leather jacket and sporting a cocky smirk that...