He looks surprised. “Clearly?”
“You asked five questions about my pricing structure for astrology consultations over dinner.”
Dad laughs, and Willow looks at him now. “And you built all of this.”
Dad’s expression changes. “The club wasn’t just me, and neither were all the businesses.”
“No,” she says gently. “But people look to you.”
He doesn’t know what to do with that, I can tell, but praise has always made him uncomfortable. Praise from Willow seems almost painful, though. Maybe he’s wondering how to take a compliment from the daughter he didn’t raise.
“I don’t have any of that,” Willow continues. “No business sense, and even less mechanical skill.”
Mayhem leans forward. “What do you think you have then?”
She looks at him. “I’m excellent at interpreting planetary transits.”
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