“Didn’t your uncle beat you, then, when you needed it?” he asked curiously. I smothered a laugh at the thought. “Lord, no! He would have been horrified at the thought. Uncle Lamb didn’t believe in beating children—he thought they should be reasoned with, like adults.” Jamie made a Scottish noise in his throat, indicating derision at this ludicrous idea. “That accounts for the defects in your character, no doubt,” he said, patting my bottom. “Insufficient discipline in your youth.”
