Wrong Number. Right Don. (Sinful Mafia Daddies, #3)

by Natasha L. Black

“You know what I think?” I glance at her, not sure I actually want to know. She smirks. “I think you need to let me help you.” “Mia—” I start, the protest at the tip of my tongue. “Nope,” she cuts me off, holding up a hand. “I know you. You’ll try to muscle through this alone like you did for the nursing boards. Lock yourself in a room for two weeks and hope for the best. But you’re not alone, and you don’t have to do this by yourself. You have me.” I exhale slowly, feeling the weight of her words settle into my chest. She’s right, of course. I was planning to handle this alone. But I don’t have to. I’ve got people to support me. “Good.” Mia grins when she sees that I’ve thought it over. “Now, let’s start with the basics.” She starts counting on her fingers. “One, you need sleep.” “Easier said than done,” I groan. “Two, you need food that doesn’t make you want to hurl,” she goes on, ignoring me. “More than saltines and applesauce.” She’s pushy and stubborn, so I know my only option is to agree. “I’ll take it under advisement,” I quip. “And as your advisor, I know you will accept,” she says, sticking her tongue out at me. We sit in comfortable silence, too exhausted to say more.