Chapter 3Hayden was turning into a stalker. Four days had gone by, and he hadn’t seen Corey a single time despite having checked his mailbox ten times a day. He’d made sure to be in the lobby at times when people normally got off work, but no Corey. Considering he’d met him in the middle of the day when he’d spilled coffee all over himself, he probably didn’t work normal hours—whatever that was nowadays.
Maybe he worked the graveyard shift somewhere. Hayden drew a blank when trying to guess what kind of work he’d be doing. Nurse maybe? They worked nights, and he had looked tired when he’d gotten his mail. Maybe he’d recently woken up. The image of a sleep-warm, newly awoken Corey had heat spreading in his gut.
For the third time, he took the stairs on the way down. Walking down four floo
