Loving Their Dream Weaver
Their Dream Weaver 2

Suz stared across the backyard at Ruth’s studio. It had been six weeks since the last Dream Weaver had died. Ruth Amelia Brooks McKenzie Adams McKenzie had been 104 years old and had outlived her entire descendency, with the single exception of Suz.

The day of Ruth’s death, Suz had claimed the magic of the loom in order to continue the line of Dream Weavers that stretched back more than three hundred years to Sarah, the original Dream Weaver. Her first assignment had been to produce Ruth’s burial shawl. In doing that, she found that she loved sitting at the loom, throwing the shuttle and creating something beautiful for her great-grandmother. Those who had seen it during Ruth’s viewing and funeral wondered if Ruth had woven it herself. Only a handful of people knew the truth.

Since returning from Denver five weeks before, Suz had not been back in the studio. She couldn’t. She could not take Ruth’s place at the loom permanently. She wasn’t creative like her great-grandmother.

At first she’d put it off as she settled in, blending her things and the McKenzies’ things with Ruth’s classic country décor in the farmhouse. That had lasted four days. She’d spent another handful writing notes and dealing with the aftermath of Ruth’s funeral.

Thankfully, Isabella, Ruth’s supermodel-looking attorney, took on the role of family spokeswoman and handled the many requests for phone and on-camera interviews. Those interviews resulted in another deluge of condolence cards and letters which had kept Suz busy for another week.

Things had now calmed and she was getting bored. It was time to get serious about stepping into her role as the Dream Weaver. She did not want to think that she only had six weeks remaining until she, Penn, and Liam left for Scotland.

Once in Scotland, they would spend a few days visiting Penn and Liam’s family before trekking deep into the wilds of the Highlands. There she would deliver her first shawl to Mother Nature. She was bound by three hundred years of tradition to make and deliver a shawl each spring.

Each winter since Sarah had claimed the loom three centuries before, the Dream Weaver wove a shawl for Mother Nature to wear in celebration of spring’s arrival. The Dream Weaver legend proclaimed that without the shawl, spring would not arrive and the world would perish in an endless winter. The future of the world sat on the Dream Weaver’s shoulders.

“What are you thinking about, luv?” Penn wrapped his arms around her middle. He held her weight easily when she leaned back and rested her head against his broad chest.

“Lass? Are ye all right?” Liam asked as he leaned in and brushed a kiss on her cheek.

Taking a deep breath, Suz released a sigh. “I’m okay. I guess.”

The men spun her so they could see her face. Each wrapped an arm around her, Penn around her waist and Liam her shoulders. Their identical expressions contained equal parts concern, caring, and love.

“It doesna sound like yer okay. What’s up, lass?” Liam asked, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.

She looked at them and blinked, reminding herself that she was supposed to be seeing double. They were identical twins, after all. Sharp cheekbones and solid jaw lines held a ruggedness that would cause any woman to take a second look. Wavy hair blacker than coal fell in waves to lay heavily on their shoulders, though Penn had pulled his back with a string tied at the base of his skull. And those pale blue eyes the color of worn denim. Those eyes had been a part of her dreams for so many years. Even as thirty-six year old men, these two were identical in every way.

“What happens if I can’t do it? What if Ruth was wrong and I’m not meant to be the Dream Weaver?”

Penn smiled gently before leaning in to kiss her. “I’m sure every Dream Weaver since Sarah wondered the same thing. All ye have to do is try. We’ve claimed the loom and ye have the knowledge of three hundred years of women who’ve sat there before ye running through yer blood.”

“I’m scared,” Suz admitted, dropping her chin to her chest. “The thought that I could bring the world to an end by not pleasing Mother Nature with my weaving is really, really scary.”

The brothers cuddled her between them, pulling her even closer, surrounding her. Their long, thick erections pressed into her hips and she lost her train of thought.

 “You’ll be fine, lass. Ignore those nasty voices tellin’ ye that ye can’t. We ken. Ye’ll be fine. Just relax and try. Yer creative spirit will break out and ye’ll be surprised at what will happen.”

Suz nodded. She would try as soon as she found the courage to cross the yard and enter Ruth’s—no, her—studio.

“I’ll be in my office all day doing paperwork if ye need me, luv.” Penn kissed her deeply before releasing her and walking out the back door.

“I’ll be in and out so call me cell if ye need me.” Liam kissed her just as deeply before following his brother out the door. Together they headed to the barn and office complex across the meadow where the Dream’s Dell, Inc. offices were located.

Penn was the president and CFO of the company. His days were filled with the business side of the yarn industry—paperwork, phone calls, and meeting the growing demands for Dream Weaver yarns.

Liam oversaw the management of the five local farms that supplied the sheep, goat, and alpaca fibers to the company’s spinning factory. He kept their four-legged suppliers happy and healthy. Penn and Liam had taken the Dream Weaver’s one-woman weaving operation and built it into a multimillion dollar international company recognized throughout the world for fine yarns.

With her men off to start their days, Suz stared past the triple car garage with its upstairs apartment, to the outbuilding that housed the heart and soul of Dreamer’s Dell, Inc. The Dream Weaver’s studio. Ruth’s studio. Her studio.

Only Suz had no training in weaving or in what the position of Dream Weaver entailed. She had not been raised to nurture her creative side. Her father had always demanded that she live a practical and realistic life. He’d turned her into a type-A workaholic like he’d been.

She’d gone to college to work on a business degree but left after getting pregnant at nineteen. She’d married Luke Black then found out he was emotionally and physically abusive. He’d grown angry, bitter, and frustrated that no matter what he tried, she could not orgasm. He didn’t understand that she was pre-destined to only orgasm for Penn and Liam. She’d divorced Luke after he’d beat her, causing her to miscarry the baby.

After divorcing him, she’d gone wild for awhile chasing after her elusive orgasm. Finally she gave up and focused on survival. She’d worked one realistic yet boring job after another, trying to be practical and keep the bills paid. She’d kept her nose to the grindstone and her shoulder to the wheel and ignored the sadness that wrapped itself around her like a heavy cloak. She grew to hate her life and what she had become.

Then Ruth had called her home to Dreamer’s Dell, just in time to say her goodbyes before the old woman died. Suz had claimed the loom, the McKenzie twins, and her position as the Dream Weaver. She had quit her job and moved from Denver to New Bern, North Carolina but now felt lost, like a balloon let loose in the wind. Without a time card to punch or a supervisor to report to, she drifted through her days.

Penn and Liam would never push her, but she knew they worried. She worried. Hell, she was scared to death.

What if she couldn’t do it? What if Mother Nature hated the shawl she created? Spring would never come, the world would end, and it would be all her fault.

Tears welled and blurred her vision. She hated being afraid. She had been afraid of so many things for so long.

She felt an unfamiliar pull. A need to sit before the loom, throw a shuttle, and pull at the beater bar. She felt the urge to create.

ADULT EXCERPT