For all that Az had cared about the actual ceremony, versus the reality of being married to him, they could have gotten married in Las Vegas with some extremely corny Elvis impersonator. The surprisingly intimate little ceremony here had been more than enough for her, family or no family.
“Hm, you think?” Despite how her words could be read, her tone conveyed an actual question, not a sarcastic come back. She had been to England before, but never with him, never for anything but work, and certainly not to meet a new extension of family. Huh. She had not actually considered his family in all of this, or that she had (at least legally) gained a wide spray of family.
She paused, her grin faltering for a moment, “Do you think they’ll like me?” Az had yet to, in her mind, prove herself to either her aunt or father. More than once, although she would be pained to admit it, she had wondered what Jeb’s family would think of her. Meeting Nathan set part of that to ease, he had seemed quite friendly, shades of his brother in fact. And they had gotten along quite well.