Can't Have You (#wattys2019)

Part 3

Patty'sPOV

It's been few days since Joe came here. He has actually stopped being rude to me. I quess Monica and Nanna had to do something with that.

He is still wearing Armani suits and high fashion clothes even if we are working outside. New York did really changed him as they say.

Today I am at the farm alone. Bastianich familly has left to visit some relatives and I was in no mood of coming with them. The truth is I am missing alone time. Back home I don't really have anyone to hand out with so I spend time with my dog Arcy and cat Micy.

I already fed all the horses and chickens now it was time to make myself a deacent dinner before I check if there is something that needs to be done around the house.

I was cooking pasta and singing along my currently favourite song of Little Mix.

Dancing with your silhouette in the places that we met
Ooh, tryna find you in the moon
Paris never feels the same, when the streets all call your name
Ooh, so I hide in crowded rooms

And I'll follow right down the river
Where the ocean meets the sky
To you, to you

Once upon a time we had it all
Somewhere down the line we went and lost it
One brick at a time we watched it fall
I’m broken here tonight and darling, no one else can fix me
Only you, only you

I closed my eyes and started dancing when suddenly I bumped into something. There stood Joe with raized eyebrows and a fork inches away from his eyes.

"Oh my good, you scared me. What are you doing at home you were suposed to be in Rome?" I yelled my heart still beating fast from getting scared.

"I changed my mind about going. Aunt Christina isn't my favourite aunt, thats all I am gonna say." He said raizing both of his hands up in defence. "Could you please remove the fork away from my face?"

"Oh, yeah sure sorry. Wait did you just say please?" I asked in shock.

"Yeah I got scared for my pretty face for a second. Don't get used to it you probably won't hear that one again." He said and turned around to leave. And I could swear I saw his lips curl up in a small smile.
"As much as I would love to watch you dancing and singing I have work to do." He said before dissapearing.

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My pasta was ready and as I was pouring the souce on top of it Joe walked into the kitchen. "Mmm, something smells... not so bad. And hmm.. it tastes fine."

I turned around and he was wearing white buttoned down shirt and light grey jacket. He looked diferent. A good diferent. "Would it kill you to say it smells delicious and tastes amazing?" I teased not knowing how far can I go until he flips out on me again.

"Is there any dinner left for me too?" He questioned and I was starstruck that a well known chef from New York wants to eat my dish.

I nodded and added one more plate for him. Joe offered to go find the right wine that goes along with my pasta.

"Sauvignon blanc, year 2013. I actully help mede this one." He said proudly.

I stayed quiet and he continuoed talking. "The primary fruit flavors of Sauvignon Blanc are lime, green apple, passion fruit and white peach. Depending on how ripe the grapes are when the wine is made, the flavor will range from zesty lime to flowery peach. What makes Sauvignon Blanc unique from other white wines are its other herbaceous flavors like bell pepper, jalapeño, gooseberry and grass. These flavors come from aromatic compounds called pyrazines and are the secret to Sauvignon Blanc’s taste."

"You really know a lot about wines." I spoke calmly.

He nodded and poured us a glass like a proffesional. "Yeah, its a passion of mine besides cooking. Here, how does it tastes?." He said offering the glass to me.

I took it and sipped. "Mmm. It tastes... like vine." I said an we both laughed showing his beautifull smile and wreckles around his eyes and mouth. He looked sexy and for a moment I couldn't take my eyes away.

"Yeah I don't know nothing about vines. I didn't have that much money growing up so all I could afford was beer." I said akwardly scratching behind my head.

He nodded. "I'll just have to teach you then." He smirked and I tought to myself what has gotten into him?

We sat down and started eating. He was asking me if I made the pasta from scratch and he ate with furrowed eyebrows. I didn't really know if he likes it or not.

"So what brings you in Tuscany Ms... whats your last name again?" He questioned.

"Decker." I said and playfully offered him my hand like we just meet. " I would have told you that at your arrival but I was rudelly cut off."

He rubbed his eyes akwardly. "Yeah, sorry about that. It is not easy running top restaurants and not having any time for yourself. People's expectations are really high in New York". I was so stressed out I had to leave everything and just come home.

I nodded in agreement. "People expecttions are high everywhere." I said and looked at my plate.

He looked me with interesed. "So what's your story? What brought you here?"

I looked at him not knowing if I should told him the truth already. "I just needed  a break from everything back at home similar than you. So I packed and drove to Italy. I went to a local food tastening and there I meet your grandma. The rest is history." I smiled not really comfortable with telling him the whole story just yet.

He raized a glass. "Cheers to history."

"And to Nanna." We laughed.

"So I ate some very tasty pastry the other day and Nanna said it was done by your recipe. They were wery sweet and crunchy. What is the secret?" He questioned.

I laughed. "It's a secret and if I tell you I'd have to kill you." I joked.

He laughed tilting his head back. "Okay, okay I quess I'll have to be okay with not so god Lobster tailes for the rest of my life."

I sipped some more wine. "Or you can just pay me and I will make it for you." I joked and winked.

He nodded like he liked the idea. "So I heard you like to sing to." He said and my cheeks turned red. I nodded.

He stood up to went looking for something. He brought a guitar and started playing and singing.

I watched his fingers running up and down the strings and his lips moving and I suddenly wanted to feel them on mine. I bleamed the wine. I think its time for bed.

Part three is here and Joe was actually nice but will it last? Find out next time. 💚