“Please don’t say that the real equity in the biofuel tech was the friends we made along the way.” He set his beer on the small glass table and locked eyes with her. “Minami, I’m going to ask you to get off my porch and go fuck right off.” She let out a sound that Eli could only describe as a cackle. “Sul says I’m funny.” “Sul’s more whipped than a bowl of mashed potatoes.”
