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LONGMIRE: Resolved | A Longmire Fanfic

The sequel to Unresolved picks up right where things left off, in the aftermath of the showdown with Malachi Strand. This story follows Cady Longmire and Jacob Nighthorse as they attempt to move forward with their lives together. Will Sheriff Walt Longmire accept his daughter’s apparent betrayal? How will things be resolved when so much is at stake? 

She should have left already, packed her tools away and called it a night, but she was stubborn, and it felt good to be making some progress on the office renovation. She was a few hours overdue for dinner and the lamps were only doing so much to light the space, so it was no surprise when she fumbled the paint scraper and then made the very foolish decision to try and catch it. The viciously sharp edge of the tool sliced through her palm as she grabbed for it and she swore.

“Damn it, Cady,” she muttered. Talking aloud to herself was another sign that she needed to just go home. But now she was here for a bit longer, at least as long as it would take to stop the bleeding. 

She cradled her hand close to her stomach, trying to keep the blood from dripping onto the newly sanded floors. She found some paper towels and was nearly done cleaning out the wound when Jacob found her, no doubt wondering why the lights were still on so late. He noticed the blood on her shirt first and his breath caught.

“Just a shallow cut,” she told him. She was embarrassed by her own silly mistake, but his concern was touching. “I should have gone home hours ago.”

“You’re working too hard, Cady,” Jacob said. He stepped forward and reached for her hand. “May I?”

She extended her hand immediately. He held it in both of his and gently pulled it closer while he examined the wound. 

“We should wrap this.”

Cady nodded her head towards the first aid kit behind her. Her dads might have raised a stubborn fool who rarely heeded her own limits, but they also taught her to always prepare for the worst. Jacob kept her hand in one of his while he reached for the gauze and she leaned back against the counter while he started wrapping her hand.

She found herself studying the lines of Jacob’s face as the lamplight threw shadows across his features. She should have looked elsewhere; studying his face while standing so close was an intimacy she hadn’t earned, but she couldn’t pull her gaze away. She knew looking at his hands while he touched her so gently would wreck her.

She was caught up in the soft lines at the corner of his right eye, very aware of how easy it would be to lean forward just slightly and brush her lips across the skin there, when his fingers brushed across her wrist and she let out the smallest of gasps. His eyes immediately darted to her face.

“Did I hurt you?”

Cady: The reason I wake up every morning.

Damian: ...that's so sweet

So thanks I guess?