"I've got it," says Joyce, leaning past him to turn on a bedside lamp, then walking around to do the same on the other side, casting the room in warm, golden light. She understands the impulse; it had taken her a long time to work up to being naked in front of Bob and, even though she knows Hopper as well as she knows herself, there's still a butterfly flutter in the pit of her stomach.

She steps in to kiss him again, one hand smoothing against the strong line of his jaw.

"Relax, Jim. It's okay. It's just me." She turns around. "Unzip me?"