“Because if the lot of you wanna spend time here this summer, you’ll be able too, or I’ll rent it out…,” alluded Jo in a tone that gave away her teasing tone.

            “The hell you will!” said Spencer trying not to smile.  “Thanks.”

            “Welcome,” offered Jo putting the rinsed dishes into the dishwasher.  Bette pushed into the kitchen, her eyes were angry and Jo mutterer, “What did I do wrong?”

            “Nothing, you’ve got company,” said Bette in a cold hard voice her arms crossed over her chest, the anger floated off her and Spencer felt it from across the room.

            The door edged open, and Amy sheepishly peeked in, “Sorry, I didn’t know you weren’t alone.”

            Jo looked at Bette, telling her with the look that she hadn’t known that Amy was going to be coming over, “You could have called?”

            “You might have told me not to come, and I have something that you really do need to see,” said Amy seriously, her eyes were apologetic, and Jo instantly softened.

            Jo swallowed hard, it was the same look that Amy’d gotten all of their lives when they were on a case or when she was determined to do something, “Spence, want to wrangle up Angelica and take her for some ice cream?”

            “You’re gonna listen to her?  Whatever it is she’s just…,” began Spencer but Jo gave her a look of reproach and Spencer rolled her eyes and elbowed passed Amy and into the living room.

            “Is she ever going to give me a break?” asked Amy softly watching Spencer tear out of the room and gathering Angelica.

            “No,” answered Bette.  Jo smiled sweetly.  Bette shrugged, “Well, she’s not, she doesn’t trust you, what do you want me to say.”

            “We’re leaving!” yelled Spencer, the door banging hard and Jo hung her head, chuckling softly to herself.

            Jo looked up at the ceiling, getting a shot from Spencer in her mind, chuckling then she turned her attention to Amy, “So what is it that is so important you had to ruin my time off?”

            Amy grimaced, looking over at Bette for a moment, “In private?  It’s about… well… stuff.”