He drew in a steadying breath and looked back at her. "Anne, I..." he started, paused again, then plunged forward. "I have been giving this a lot of thought. I didn't just want to bring you to France to see my parents' grave. I wanted to do this with them around. Since they really can't be here to appreciate the moment..."
Anne frowned, gazing at him. "To do what?" she asked. "What moment?"
Lestrade swallowed nervously again, forcing a smile on his lips as reached into his jacket pocket.
Anne's eyes suddenly grew wide with realization.