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THEY got married eight weeks later.

Some cameos of those eight weeks as she prepared for her wedding, Alex knew she would never forget.

Margaret Winston’s delight was one.

‘I knew you were the right one for him, Alex,’ she said joyfully when presented with the news. ‘I knew it right from the start!’

Alex blinked at her, but Max did more.

‘I thought so,’ he said. ‘I got the distinct feeling that when she turned up at the cocktail party looking so drop-dead gorgeous you might have had a hand in it, Margaret!’

‘I did. The minute I saw those legs and that lovely figure I decided to make the best of it. Actually Alex was a bit of a hindrance there,’ she admitted. ‘But what impressed me first was the way she stood up to you at that interview.’ She hugged Alex and kissed her warmly. ‘Of course, that’s how I handle Mr Goodwin myself—I wish!’ she added humorously.

‘Mr Goodwin’ looked slightly put out. ‘I’m not that hard to handle, am I?’

‘Yes,’ his fiancée and his principal private sec