Her fingers closed around the handle as her father's knife fell, and Jo knew that it was now or never. Unless she had a blond moment, which was becoming more likely by the second. Still, who could resist as she pulled back her arm before stopping.

"No, it wouldn' be," she told Spike seriously. "And while I'm sure she's the object of all your fantasies," and here Jo had to roll her eyes before readying herself again. "Never heard of her."

Without another word, she went straight for the heart.

"M' name's Jo," she told him. "Jo Harvelle."