<p>I gave the rumor mill fodder for a lifetime the day I walked away from a lucrative music career without explanation.</p><p>People can talk all they like; my record stores are my lifeblood now, and I’m devoted solely to keeping them afloat in the digital age. There’s just one little thing distracting me: an earth-dwelling sunbeam named Owen Harper. I don’t know what I was thinking when I hired him. In fact, maybe I wasn’t thinking at all.</p><p>Quirky and excitable, he’s a walking, talking dan...