You gonna date Gina tonight?” Starsky asked, digging into his hamburger.
Hutch yawned. “No. I’m just too tired. What about you?”
“That petite red head from vice is on my mind.” Starsky wiggled
“You’re lucky. Your dates don’t turn out to be hookers.”
“What’s wrong with you? Just because Gillian worked for Grossman...?”
“I fall for the wrong women.” Hutch got up and took his cup
to the sink. He stood there, looking out into the dark.
“And now you think Gina is that kind of women, too?” Starsky
shook his head.
When Hutch didn’t answer, Starsky pushed his plate aside and stood
up, joining his partner.
“Hutch, that doesn’t make sense. Gina is a cute girl.”
"And you haven't seen her with another man, have you?” Hutch sounded
“Of course not! Why do you think she could be a …”
Starsky didn’t finish the sentence.
“Look, when I asked her out recently, she didn’t have time,
and pretended that she had to work.”
“She’s a reporter, always on the run,” Starsky said.
“Like Gillian.” Hutch turned away, fumbling for his jacket
on the chair.
“Hutch, don’t be stupid!” Starsky grabbed Hutch’s
arm. “You love Gina, don’t you?”
“I’m not sure,” Hutch replied quietly, finally meeting
“Tell me what’s bothering you.” Starsky led Hutch to
the couch and pushed him gently against the cushions. He sat down next to his partner.
Hutch looked at him. “One time, Gina was wearing a mini skirt,
with fishnet stockings.” Hutch wiped his palm over his face.
“Yeah, she looks sexy, what's the problem?” Starsky nudged
Hutch. “Gina is OK. Trust me.”
“No guts, no glory, huh?” Now Hutch smiled.
“That’s my boy. Go ahead, call her!” Starsky got up,
pulling Hutch with him.
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