Who Knew My Assigned Mechanic Husband Was a Big Shot? novel Chapter 14

Occasionally stealing an illicit glance at his firm glutes.

Realizing she was entirely too distracted to function as a medical professional, she practically yanked the bedsheet over his lower half.

Logan stayed perfectly still, submitting completely to her ministrations.

Once his breathing evened out into a deep slumber, Sloane quietly slipped off the mattress.

Walking past his desk, her eyes landed on a collection of intricate battleship models.

They sat next to a stack of heavy military strategy books.

She figured he had to be some kind of hardcore military enthusiast.

But did being a history buff really explain getting into a brutal street fight that ended in a severe concussion?

Was he taking his hobby to some extreme, underground fight-club level?

*

The following morning, Sloane and Logan stepped out of the apartment at the exact same time.

Right on cue, their Bio-Bond Bands cheerfully chirped a voice memo.

[Congratulations, newlyweds! Our biometrics recorded a massive spike in both your heart rates last night. That is the undeniable proof of passion racing through your veins, the ultimate signal of two souls colliding in pure romance!]

Sloane stared blankly at the wall.

But the nightmare wasn't over, as the band immediately assigned their next objective.

[Starting today, shower your partner with a sweet morning kiss! Don't be shy, don't overthink it—make loving each other as natural as breathing!]

A visceral wave of dread washed over Sloane.

Not this again!

She slowly lifted her gaze to Logan.

He was casually leaning against the doorframe, a highly amused smirk playing on his lips.

"Should we just..." Sloane started.

She fully intended to suggest they ignore the bands completely; after all, doctors like Dr. Lawrence Lowe blatantly disregarded the system every single day.

"We should definitely follow protocol," Logan smoothly interrupted. "Didn't you say last night that we have legal marital obligations to fulfill?"

"Fine... let's get it over with," Sloane gritted out.

It was just three seconds of her life.

She stood completely rigid, bracing herself for him to lean in.

Instead, Logan stayed comfortably leaning against the entryway, crossing his arms with a lazy grin. "I took the initiative for the goodnight kiss. The morning shift is all yours."

Sloane dropped her jaw in disbelief.

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