Who Knew My Assigned Mechanic Husband Was a Big Shot? novel Chapter 167

Sloane spotted the only dessert shop on the pier.

It wasn't very large, but its coastal location gave it an undeniably artistic, cozy vibe.

Even the name was poetic: *The One*.

Sloane was just about to walk over when a stray dog suddenly lunged out of the shadows, charging straight at her.

The local fishermen often kept dogs on their boats to guard their catches.

Some of these dogs inevitably escaped back to land and roamed the area as strays.

Sloane wasn't usually afraid of dogs, but this massive black hound charging out of nowhere absolutely terrified her.

Just as she froze in panic, someone roughly yanked her into a strong embrace and delivered a vicious kick to the feral dog. The animal yelped in terror, spun around, and bolted into the distance.

Sloane was so shaken that tears slipped down her cheeks.

Once her racing heart settled, she finally looked up at her savior.

Her savior...?

Why was it Logan Lennox?

She thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.

Had the fright scrambled her brain into producing a hallucination?

Maybe, in a moment of sheer danger, she subconsciously wished for Logan to protect her, and her mind had simply conjured him up.

She rubbed her eyes and stumbled two steps backward.

But the man standing in front of her was still Logan.

He was wearing a black tactical t-shirt with a red star emblem, navy-blue combat pants, and heavy black boots.

The rugged attire accentuated his towering, muscular physique, practically radiating raw, dominant masculinity.

He looked down at her, flashing his trademark roguish grin.

She stared at him in utter disbelief. "Logan... Logan Lennox?"

Wait.

Logan.

The Major's name was also L. Lennox.

Could they possibly be the exact same person?

Impossible. Absolutely impossible!

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