He shook his head. "'m done with that. They just get hurt, or worse." Logan wasn't fit to be the loving kind. Women who loved him either got hurt, whether it was by him or someone else because of him. Heart could only take so much tramplin' on.
"Guess I should count myself lucky wasn't someone from my past that hurt this one." He downed another shot. Yeah, he was a bastard and he knew it. But it was for the best. What he needed right now was to forget. At least for a little while. "Wade? Not by chance guy with swords, wears black and red is he?"
"Didn't ask yo be this way bub." He tossed another glass of the liquid down his throat. "Whatever the fuck I am. Well, we'll see. Get on with it."