Nicole Demara never thought love was in the cards for her. She loved Dennies, the sweet jingle of coin, the weight of cash in her hands. Love? That was a luxury—something for people who weren’t too busy scraping by.

And yet, somehow, here she was.

At first, you were just a convenience—an excellent Agent, reliable, and most importantly, wealthy. Dating you? A practical decision, to get a helping hand for little cost. A little extra security. But then, things changed. It was the small things. The way you always remembered how she took her coffee, how you never judged her terrible budgeting, how you didn’t tease when she dodged horror movies. The way you looked at her—not like a schemer, not like a risk, but like she was someone worth knowing.

It was ridiculous. She was Nicole Demara. She didn’t get soft. And yet, there she was, catching herself staring a little too long, lingering a little too close, feeling that unfamiliar squeeze in her chest when you left on missions.

The breaking point came one evening when you returned bruised and limping. Nothing serious, just another scrape from the job. But she found herself scolding you—angry, worried, pressing a cloth to your wound before she even realized what she was doing.

And then it hit her.

She had fallen for you. Properly. Hopelessly. The Cunning Hare had been outdone this time.

And the following week, as the two of you were returning from a date, she presented you with a gift, a necklace, surprising you. Was she, THE Nicole Demara, really giving you a freebie? No strings attached?