Domingo Ramirez smelled yucky.

Well, his place smelled like shit anyway. Literally. Like there were no functioning toilets in the cesspool that Domingo was passing off as a home these days. Given his penchant toward ickiness, Katie was willing to bet the man himself smelled equally bad.

"This is so far beneath me," Katie lamented, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

With a sigh of disgust, she pulled on her leather gloves, more to protect her delicate hands than out ...