A few chapters would take her mind off Cade.
A few minutes later Cade popped his head around the door.
A mental picture of Cade shopping for such items brought a smile to her lips.
A sliver of light under Cade's door suggested he was already awake.
A tall figure darkened the doorway and she looked up to find Cade watching her.
A tall lean figure entered the diner and she froze – Cade.
A tall lean figure entered the diner and she froze – Cade.
Abortion was out of the question as far as she was concerned, and nothing Cade might say would change her mind.
Actually there was nothing sensitive about Russell Cade.
After Cade left the next morning she phoned Mary.
And anyway, Cade definitely isn't romantically interested in me, so there's absolutely nothing to be concerned about.
And Cade had become more solemn in the last few weeks, as if he sensed her dilemma and felt uncomfortable as well.
And more important, did Cade think she was flirting?
And Mr. Cade has done nothing to make me think he is anything but a normal man who simply enjoys his solitude.
And then she thought of Cade.
And worse yet, Cade had thought she was going along with his skit.
Apparently she found Mr. Cade not only attractive, but also irresistible.
As it turned out, the truck repair was minor, so she was able to follow Cade home that evening.
As she completed setting the table, the screen door squealed and Cade opened the door.
As the hired help, she was supposed to be supportive of Cade without upsetting Claudette.
At any rate, Mr. Cade seems to be happy with his lifestyle.
At the creek Cade drew up and dismounted.
At the moment, it was her honor at stake, not Cade's.
Because Cade was so reclusive and entertained controversial ideas, he was a target for that kind of gossip.
But Cade hadn't raped her.
But if Mary and Cade met, there was no indication.
But the troubles of England were only just beginning; the protest against the misgovernment of SOmerset and the rest Richard of the confidants of the king and queen was now duke of taken up by a more important personage than the York, adventurer Cade.
By noon she had the pictures and mirrors on the walls and was hanging the curtains when Cade came in.
By the time Cade arrived in the kitchen she had biscuits, gravy, bacon and eggs ready.
Cade and Claudette might never be close, but they had certainly reduced the gap.
Cade answered the door and ushered his sister into the family room where Cynthia was doing some last minute dusting.
Cade brought his dishes to the sink and paused gazing down at her, but she refused to look up.
Cade came through the kitchen door and pitched his hat on the peg.
Cade dropped into a chair and immediately began to put away the food.
Cade escorted her to town and purchased everything on the list - plus a few more items.
Cade examined the claw and stood.
Cade finally left the fire and sat down beside her on the couch.
Cade gently slipped his hands under the infant and lifted him as though he were made of fragile glass.
Cade had been busy this morning.
Cade had put on enough weight to take the hollows out of his cheeks, making him look a good ten years younger.
Cade handed her a towel and gently rubbed her back.
Cade handed her the cat and cuffed her playfully.
Cade ignored the uproar and gave proper attention to his meal.
Cade joined her and climbed up into the seat on the sickle.
Cade kneeled beside the cradle and touched a blue crocheted bootie.
Cade knew how to be a friend, even if he didn't know what to say.
Cade launched into an investigation of the old truck while Cynthia and Mary caught up on the latest gossip.
Cade leaped from the couch as she entered.
Cade looked as if he'd been slapped.
Cade looked up at Cynthia, his expression alarmed.
Cade made the introductions.
Cade mounted a gray gelding and they headed out across the treeless hills.
Cade never came to visit - a fact that sent her into a down spiraling depression.
Cade only wanted one thing - and she had foolishly submitted.
Cade probably wouldn't be the least bit intimidated by the task, though.
Cade reined in and pointed.
Cade selected a bay mare for her and then reluctantly surrendered the duty of saddling.
Cade shook his head and with a quick move, untied her apron strings.
Cade should accept the responsibility of his actions as well.
Cade still slept peacefully - not that he would have cared if she left at this point anyway.
Cade stood, gently tucking Zack into the crook of his arm.
Cade stretched and yawned.
Cade wandered across the room and stared out the patio doors, sipping from the coffee mug.
Cade was a worker; there was no doubt about that.
Cade was actually kissing her - and very well.
Cade was an excellent provider.
Cade was beside her, lifting the towel from the hook and a pan from the dish rack.
Cade was beside her, resting on one elbow – while he stared down at her.
Cade was beside her, resting on one elbow – while he stared down at her.
Cade was completely uninterested.
Cade was her boss, and thinking such things was not only disrespectful of him, but job threatening as well - especially if he suspected the existence of such thoughts.
Cade was not a social reformer, like his predecessor Wat Tyler, with whom he has often been compared, but a politician.
Cade was slowly emerging from his shell, but the cat was still as wild as ever.
Cade was standing behind Claudette and her husband.
Cade was standing in the doorway, coffee mug in hand.
Cade was standing over her, a puzzled expression on his face as he contemplated her work.
Cade was the man of her dreams, but was Mary the woman of his?
Cade was trying to be accommodating, but sometimes he was as skittish about conversation as the cat was about being touched - and likely for the same reason.
Cade watched as she unbuttoned her blouse and began feeding him.
Cade who felt no desire for a woman?
Cade, I haven't finished the dishes.
Cade, I'm trying to do my job, you can't just march into a person's life and disrupt it and then...
Cade, striving to keep up the rising outside the walls, was killed in a skirmish a month later, and his bands dispersed.
Cade's rebellion suggested first that popular discontent might result in a change of rulers.
Cade's tone was a little startled and a lot amused.
Cade's' chair scraped the floor and his boot heels hit the floor twice before he grabbed her waist.
Cindy, I've known Russell Cade since he first moved to this area - since high school.
Claudette and Carl were waiting patiently in the dining room when Cynthia and Cade entered.
Claudette hadn't interrupted Cade making a pass.
Claudette has no reason to be concerned about Mrs. Cade's furniture.
Cool fingers brushed her cheek lightly and she woke to find Cade leaning over her.
Could she walk away from it - and Cade?
Could this actually be Cade?
Cynthia fairly leaped away from Cade, her face flaming.
Cynthia glanced up at Cade.
Cynthia was careful not to flirt with Cade again, putting on a professional front when he was around.
Did Cade even know how to be romantic?
Did Cade secretly laugh at the way she flirted with him?
During his absence in Ireland English discontent came to a crisis in Jack Cade's rebellion.
Elizabeth Cade was a lonely woman - lonely and unhappy.
Even Mr. Cade had hinted that it was unusually large.
For the next week Cynthia listened to - and even found herself instigating - discussions about Mr. Cade.
Had Cade planned to seduce her, or was he also a victim of mislaid trust?
Had it meant anything at all to Cade, or was it merely a moment of desire?
He died in 1780, and among other progeny left two famous sons, Woodpecker (1773), whose dam was Miss Ramsden (1760) by Cade, son of the Godolphin Barb, but descended also on the dam's side from the Darley Arabian and the Byerly Turk, and Highflyer (1774), whose dam was Rachel (1763) by Blank, son of the Godolphin Barb from a daughter of Regulus, also son of the Godolphin.
He liked Cade, but not the situation.
He slammed the tray on the counter and Chet glanced up sharply, eyeing Cade suspiciously.
He took part in the punishment of Cade's supporters, and discountenanced a proposal in parliament that he should be declared heir to the crown.
He was also the sire of Cade, own brother to Lath, and of Regulus the maternal grandsire of Eclipse.
Her mind was up, wandering the huge house - and Cade's mind.
Holinshed (who was followed by Shakespeare in 2 Henry VI., act 4 sc. 6) tells us that when Cade, in 1450, forced his way into London, he first 45 Y of all proceeded to London Stone, and having struck his sword upon it, said in reference to himself and in explanation of his own action, " Now is Mortimer lord of this city."
How could she stay, feeling as she did about Cade?
I thought everybody around here knew about the Cade's.
I twisted Cade's arm to get him to come out here with me for a picnic lunch.
If she confirmed that Cade was unresponsive she would be as much as endorsing an ugly rumor.
If you knew Mr. Cade nearly as well as you think you do, you would know that he is actually very sensitive.
Ignoring the raised brow Claudette turned on her husband, Cynthia hastily set another place and graciously submitted to improper treatment as Cade helped her with her chair and then seated himself.
In 1450 Kent took a leading part in Jack Cade's rebellion; and in 1554 the insurrection of Sir Thomas Wyat began at Maidstone.
In Cade's case, that was probably a blessing at times.
In fact, she had been nothing more than a spectator for a convincing roll Cade was playing.
In June 1885 he made a speech at Birmingham, treating the reforms just mentioned as the "ransom" that property must pay to society for the security it enjoys - for which Lord Iddesleigh called him "Jack Cade"; and he continually urged the Liberal party to take up these Radical measures.
In spite of his age and infirmity he showed some vigour in dealing with Cade's rebellion, and by his official experience and skill did what he could for four years to sustain the king's authority.
Instantly Cade was beside her, helping her up.
Insurrections that passed as popular, like the risings of Jack Cade and Robin of Redesdale, produced manifestos that spoke of political grievances but hardly mentioned economic ones.
It all happened so fast that she didn't have time to think, only to cling to the one solid thing she could find - Cade.
It was a good thing Cade was with her, because she had no idea how to get back to the house.
It was a question she'd have to ask Cade.
It was a risky thing, lying down on the couch with a man, but this was Cade - half asleep and asking her to stay - Cade, who never asked for anything.
It was Cade's house and sister.
It was obvious that Cade couldn't understand her sudden change of behavior, but he made no further attempts to seduce her.
It was plain that Cade was content with things the way they were, but she wanted more.
It would be disrespectful of Cade for her to do anything but defend his honor.
It would be nice to know she could leave the ranch at will without leaving Cade afoot, but she doubted if she would be driving to town soon.
It would certainly explain Cade's actions.
Later, as she was straining the water from the potatoes, Cade wandered in.
Mary stood by, unusually quiet, but when Cade left she found her voice.
Mary, on the other hand, was vocal about her opinion of Cade, even to the point of stating that he would be the greatest catch of the century - no doubt, even an exaggeration in Mary's mind.
Maybe she could do something about that and help Cade make some money at the same time.
Maybe that was why Mary seemed so concerned that she would become romantically involved with Cade.
Mr Laurence Gomme (Primitive Folk-Moots, pp. 1 55, 156) takes up the matter at this point, and places the tradition implied by Cade's significant action as belonging to times when the London Stone was, as other great stones were, the place where the suitors of an open-air assembly were accustomed to gather together and to legislate for the government of the city.
Mr. Cade, do you mind if I have a friend over now and then?
No wonder Cade was gone all the time.
Nobody knows Russell Cade.
Nothing Cade did indicated that he gave a hoot about what anyone else thought.
Obviously Cade's mother didn't subscribe to the gay story - or was that what finally drove her over the edge?
Obviously it had been a long time since she had seen or talked to Mr. Cade.
Of course, Mr. Cade hardly seemed the seductive type and she certainly wasn't going to encourage it.
Once she was certain Cade and his guests were comfortable, she retreated to her room with a book.
Promptly at nine, she removed her apron and crossed to the table where Cade sat nursing his fifth cup of coffee.
Removing the laundry from her room, she walked down the hall and hesitated at Cade's bedroom door.
Roxana threw in 1732 the bay colt Lath by the Godolphin Arabian, the sorrel colt Roundhead by Childers in 1733, and the bay colt Cade by the Godolphin Arabian in 1734, in which year she died within a fortnight after foaling, the produce-Cade-being reared on cow's milk.
Russell Cade - the recluse - was lonely without her.
Russell Cade was a meticulous driver.
She approached Cade's table hesitantly.
She brushed past Cade, giving him a stern look as she left the room.
She couldn't believe that there was any thought of romance going on in Cade's mind.
She cut her explanation off short as Cade pulled into the drive.
She followed Cade up the steps and across the wide porch, waiting as he unlocked the door.
She glanced up to find Cade watching her.
She left the post office feeling better about Russell Cade than she did about herself.
She prepared the table and was putting the food on when Cade opened the door.
She pulled the shaker out and glanced up at Cade.
She put the things in her bathroom and was returning to the bedroom when Cade knocked on her open door.
She stopped, suddenly aware that Cade was propped against the kitchen door jam, nursing a cup of coffee.
She stretched and tried to relax, but her mind kept returning to Cade - thinking of his warm touch on the palm of her hand.
She turned and watched Cade plunge his horse down a steep embankment and turn toward her.
She was falling for Cade.
She was riding behind Cade, her hands clinging to his lean hips.
She was warm and Cade was in the house.
She watched from the family room window as he wolfed the food - a habit that had prompted Cade to dub him Scruffy.
So Cade had visited Mary last night.
So that was why Cade felt responsible for his mothers' death.
So when Mr. Cade strode into the diner Friday night, Cynthia's clothes were packed and stored in the back room of the diner.
Somehow the latter seemed more likely with Cade.
Sooner or later it would become obvious to Cade himself.
The evening was long and she was grateful when Cade announced he was going to bed.
The Godolphin Barb is represented by Matchem, as the former was the sire of Cade (1734), and Cade begat Matchem, who was foaled in 1748.
The job would be harder to walk away from than Cade - wouldn't it?
The latter was much used by the Greeks for making images; and its empyreumatic oil, Huile de Cade, is used medicinally for skin-diseases.
The man she made love to last night or the recluse - Cade?
The mental picture of Cade finding his mother that way made Cynthia's stomach lurch uncomfortably.
The more she learned about the way he thought, the more she was convinced that people around him were the strange ones, not Cade.
The next day Cade worked close to the house - trying to keep an eye on her, no doubt.
The next morning, after Cade left, she threw a roast in the oven and eagerly set to work on the family room.
The rebellion of Jack Cade, claiming to be a Mortimer and cousin to the duke of York, took place at this time.
The stoical Russell Cade was stammering around like a school boy.
The very next day she was straining over the counter to reach behind the stove when Cade came into the kitchen.
The weather grew intermittently warmer and on one of those sunny warm days, Cade invited her to pack a lunch and join him in a ride on the ranch.
There is nothing going on between Mr. Cade and I that anyone isn't welcome to watch.
These spiritual heirs of Jack Cade were Flammock, a lawyer of l3odrnin, and a farrier named Michael Joseph.
They talked for several hours and when Mary left, Cade was nowhere in sight.
They would have to get Cade's consent, but he would probably be glad to give it.
Thinking about Cade in that way could lead to no good.
This was one place Cade obviously didn't spend much time.
Thunder rumbled in the distance and Cade's chin slumped to his chest.
To clear out the government, and punish those responsible for the late disasters, the commons of Kent rose in insurrection under a captain who called himself John Mortimer, though his real name seems to have been John Cade.
Tomorrow would be another day at the house, and she intended to enjoy every minute of this day with Cade.
Tonight she would have to call her - after she and Cade returned from their ride.
Vaguely she heard Cade close his book and cross the room.
Was Cade weathering out the storm?
Was it possible that Cade actually was a homosexual?
Was there anything Cade didn't do efficiently?
Were her feelings for Cade so obvious that he had detected them?
What time would Cade want to get up this morning?
When Cade came into the kitchen she placed a cup of hot chocolate and a saucer of cinnamon toast before him.
When Cade finally stepped through the doorway holding a cup of coffee, her breath escaped in a long sigh.
When Jack Cade's rebellion occurred in 1450 Waynflete was employed with Archbishop Stafford, the chancellor, to negotiate with the rebels at St Margaret's church, Southwark, close to Winchester House.
When she came through the living room the fire was roaring, but Cade was nowhere in sight.
Where Russell Cade was concerned, the only thing they seemed to have against him was the fact that he provided them no new topics.
Why had Cade singled her out for the job?
Why they found it so amusing that Mr. Cade was a recluse evaded her comprehension.
Working for Cade might not be as dull as she had first thought.
Yet Cade had kept the baby clothes - and the furniture.
You are talking about the guy everyone in town calls the hermit - Russell Cade.
You know Cade; you could make a profit off this ranch other ways than running cattle.
You know, Cade, there are others who feel the same way you do about the old ways.