“You’re not that old,” Dora replied automatically--did her voice sound a little funny?--while those butterflies settled in her stomach and made themselves at home. He was likely not actually trying to flirt with her, but the words could have been flirtatious, and it was hard to pretend she didn’t want them to be.
She set the food in the kitchen so she could look in the ice box for a beer. “Is that a promise or a threat?” she asked, her back purposely toward him, because she was intentionally flirting with him, whether he saw it or wanted it or not.