The two men looked at the powerfully built male with dirty blond hair, a computer balanced carefully on his lap and Arkady's smartphone in one hand.Kane rolled his eyes then leaned against the side of the van and closed them. Mishka slid along the bench seat and looked over the passenger's shoulder. "I still don't understand why you're here," he told the blond. Admittedly, his brain was fuzzy. He could understand Kane's appearance, just not how his old friend had discovered he was in trouble. And he could understand his bosses being involved as Kane had informed him, although the two Kehoe brothers were in a safer part of Europe waiting to intervene if necessary and their baby sister had been ordered to keep her deliciously plump bottom firmly planted in Dallas. The driver was one of Kane's men, so that was also easy to explain. But Mishka had only met the blond a few times through Dylan and Jake Kehoe. He wasn't a billionaire like the Kehoe brothers, but he was wealthy beyond Mishka's imagination.
