GREY'S POV
Before he could say another word, I was on my feet. I stood up so quickly that I upset the crate I had been sitting on. It fell to the floor with a loud crash. The uncorked bottle of water that I had absentmindedly placed on my lap soaked through my pair of jeans. With a muttered oath, I flung it away. All heads instantly swiveled in my direction.
I walked away to a spot where I could not hear their conversation. With my hands on my hips, I stared at the stretch of empty road in front of me, willing myself to be calm. I remained there for some minutes.The man must have resumed his tale of Leila by now. It took all the self control I had not to go back there and listen to him finish his story. If I had any idea of where Leila lived, I didn't think I would be able to stop mysel
