There! There it is again! What language is that?From the bed, Roarke shifted. I believe it's known as rooster.With the weapon at her side, she stared at him, slack-jawed. Are you fucking kidding me?Not a bit. It's morning, more or less, and that's a cock signaling the dawn.A cock?I'd say. I don't think Sindead and her man want you to stun their rooster, but I have to say, Lieutenant, you make a fascinating picture.She heaved out a breath, set her weapon down. Jesus Christ, we may as well be on another planet. She slid back into bed. And if your cock gets any ideas about signaling the day, remember I've got a weapon.
by J.D. Robb
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In this humorous exchange from "Indulgence in Death" by J.D. Robb, a character named Roarke identifies the early morning noise as a rooster, much to the astonishment of a Lieutenant who can hardly believe it. She expresses her disbelief and frustration at the situation, while Roarke remains unfazed, casually explaining the nature of the sound. The scenario emphasizes their contrasting responses to the unexpected rural setting.

The Lieutenant’s reaction reflects her discomfort and the surreal feeling of the moment, further compounded by her role as an officer. Despite the unexpected morning greeting from the rooster, the scene highlights their camaraderie and the humorous undertones of their interactions. The Lieutenant's playful threat about her weapon adds a lighthearted twist, reminding readers of the blend of seriousness and humor in their relationship.

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