Bang!
Dante slammed his coffee cup down, the ceramic base cracking sharply against the tabletop.
“Reese!” Dante’s voice was cold and heavy. “If you don’t know how to speak properly, then get out. We don’t need you spewing this nonsense here.”
Reese was stunned into silence. Dante’s authority made her instinctively look to her husband, Talbot Langley. Talbot, however, slowly wiped his mouth, pointedly ignoring the glares from Dante and Letty. Without even looking up, he tried to smooth things over for his wife. “Dad, Reese is just outspoken. She doesn’t mean any harm.”
Dante sneered. “Outspoken? I’d say she’s malicious!” He shot a sharp look at his second son. “Talbot, you’d better get a leash on your wife’s tongue. If I hear one more unpleasant word from her…” Dante paused, then enunciated each word clearly, “Your family will no longer be welcome at this table.”
The dining room was dead silent.
Talbot finally looked up, a flicker of resentment in his eyes. “Dad, that’s going too far. Reese just said a few honest words, and you’re flying off the handle like this?” The thought of the company shares Dante had given to Callahan infuriated Talbot, and he no longer cared about offending Dante or Callahan's family. His own words became laced with scorn.
“Besides, I don’t think Reese is wrong,” he continued. “Ms. Sloan’s background really is a poor match for Callahan. And they’ve only just gotten engaged. It’s not set in stone yet.” He gave Leilani a pointed look. “Is it really worth getting this angry with your own family over an outsider? I really don’t understand what you’re thinking.”
“An outsider?” Callahan suddenly spoke, his voice freezing cold. “Who are you referring to, Uncle Talbot?”
Talbot offered a humorless smile. “Callahan, I don’t mean anything by it. I just think it’s inappropriate for Dante to scold his own family for an outsider.”

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