Why doesn't it bother her? Seriously, it doesn't. She's not putting on a front. She's in a serious relationship with a guy who has sex with other women for a living, and it doesn't matter to her.I married a cop. Roarke smiled at her. We all have our levels of acceptance. He was an LC when they met, just as she was a doctor, and one who often works in dangerous areas of the city.She shot him the same easy smile. So...if I'd been an LC when we met, you wouldn't have any problem with me banging other guys. Professionally.None at all, as I'd kick your ass and murder all of them. But that's my level of acceptance.
by J.D. Robb
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The passage reflects the idea of personal acceptance in relationships, showcasing a woman's comfort with her partner's profession as a sex worker. She exhibits an open-minded attitude that suggests a deep level of trust and understanding in their relationship, indicating that societal norms do not dictate her emotions. Instead, she embraces her partner's choices without insecurity, highlighting a mature view of love and companionship.

Additionally, a discussion ensues about the varying thresholds of acceptance in relationships, exemplified by Roarke's humorous yet serious reference to his feelings about infidelity. He expresses that while he might not have issues with his partner's professional choices, he himself holds a strong protective instinct that would arise if it were a personal situation. This playful banter encapsulates the complexities involved in love, trust, and fidelity.

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