Who Knew My Assigned Mechanic Husband Was a Big Shot? novel Chapter 10

Logan caught a sudden breath, instantly recognizing the clean, soothing scent of lavender from that morning.

And the undeniable softness of the woman pressed against his chest.

Their eyes locked, the air between them suddenly thick with tension.

Flustered, Sloane pressed her hands against his chest to push him away—just as both of their Bio-Bond Bands simultaneously blasted a cheesy pop song at maximum volume.

"Step a little closer, let me hold your hand! Be a little braver, and I'll be your man..."

The two of them stood there in stunned, agonizing silence.

*

Logan drove a beat-up, vintage BMW SUV.

Times had changed drastically. The wealthy elite exclusively drove high-end domestic electric vehicles, while only the working class clung to imported gas guzzlers.

Logan's ride was clearly an antique; he had to slam the passenger door with serious force just to get it to latch.

The seatbelt buckle on her side was jammed, forcing Logan to lean his massive torso completely across her lap to muscle the clip into place.

"Sorry about the rust bucket," Logan muttered, putting the car in gear.

Sloane offered a self-deprecating smile. "I don't even own a car. Who am I to judge?"

"Do you want one? I could pull a Benz or a Land Rover for you. Whichever you prefer."

"No, really, it's fine!" Sloane waved her hands frantically.

They might be legally married, but they had only known each other for two days. There was absolutely no way she was going to accept a whole car from him.

Logan saw right through her panic. "Zane has a ton of salvaged inventory on the lot that's about to be scrapped. I could fix one up for you in an afternoon. It wouldn't cost me anything, assuming you don't mind driving a salvage title."

"Oh..." So that was it.

Sloane felt a little ridiculous for overthinking it.

Still, she politely declined his offer, explaining that taking a self-driving cab was much easier since she never had to worry about parking at the hospital.

As Logan merged onto the highway, he glanced over at her. "Have you eaten? Want to grab dinner before we head back to the apartment?"

Sloane had been in surgery for hours and completely missed lunch. She was practically starving.

However, less than two minutes into the enclosure, she severely regretted her confidence.

Catching a live bird was an absolute nightmare.

Why didn't anyone warn her they were that fast? Or that they could practically fly when cornered?

She managed to brush the tail feathers of a massive rooster three different times, only for the bird to dodge her effortlessly and sprint away.

She was left gasping for breath, drenched in sweat, her shoes and scrubs splattered with mud, looking like a total disaster without having plucked a single feather.

Standing safely on the other side of the fence, Logan watched her completely fail and had the audacity to laugh out loud.

Sloane shook her head in sheer exasperation.

State-mandated husbands were absolutely useless.

She wiped a streak of dirt off her forehead and glared at him. "Don't just stand there laughing! Let's see you do it if you're so smart!"

Logan rolled up his sleeves, a predatory smirk flashing across his face. "Challenge accepted."